| 1 | 0–51 | 473 | unassigned | | WHY looks my lord like to a troubled sky, When heavens bright shine, is shadowed with a fog: A late we ran the… |
| 2 | 52–91 | 470 | unassigned | | I grant my lord the damsel is as fair, As simple Suffolk's homely towns can yield: But in the court be quainte… |
| 3 | 92–149 | 492 | unassigned | | Lacie the fool hath laid a perfect plot, For why our country Margaret is so coy, And stands so much upon her h… |
| 4 | 150–206 | 471 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.72 | Bacon we hear, that long we have suspect, That thou art read in Magic's mystery, In Piromancie to divine by fl… |
| 5 | 207–258 | 497 | unassigned | | But Bacon roves a bow beyond his reach, And tells of more than magic can perform: Thinking to get a fame by fo… |
| 6 | 259–310 | 478 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.80 | I know not what we did, a pox of all conjuring Friars. Now jolly Friar tell us, is this the book that Burden i… |
| 7 | 311–362 | 494 | unassigned | | Margret, a farmer's daughter for a farmer's son, I warrant you the meanest of us both, Shall have a mate to le… |
| 8 | 363–430 | 495 | unassigned | | Great men of Europe, monarchs of the West, Ringed with the walls of old Oceanus, Whose lofty surges like the b… |
| 9 | 431–469 | 504 | unassigned | | If it please your honour we are all ready at an inch. Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post horse to ride on, I'l… |
| 10 | 470–528 | 497 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.82 | To whom speakest thou. To thee. Who art thou. Can you not judge when all your swords grew fast, That friar Bac… |
| 11 | 529–593 | 510 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.77 | I see the keepers lovely lass appear, As bright-sun as the paramour of Mars, Only attended by a jolly friar. S… |
| 12 | 594–656 | 508 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.71 | Peggy, I pleaded first to get your grace for him, But when mine eyes furuaid your beauteous looks Love like a … |
| 13 | 657–700 | 501 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.76 | Then handfast hand, and I will to my book, What sees my lord now. Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand, The Fr… |
| 14 | 701–759 | 520 | unassigned | | And I my lord will have pioneers to undermine the town, that the very Gardens and orchards be carried away for… |
| 15 | 760–824 | 496 | unassigned | | Injurious Lacie did I love thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion; Did I unfold the passion of my love, And l… |
| 16 | 825–888 | 491 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.66 | Lacie shall die as traitor to his Lord. I have deserved it, Edward act it well. What hopes the Prince to gain … |
| 17 | 889–955 | 479 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.74 | As it please lord Lacie, but loves foolish looks, Think footsteps Miles, and minutes to be hours. I'll hasten … |
| 18 | 956–1025 | 477 | T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue | 0.72 | Rather these earthly geomantic spirits, Are dull and like the place where they remain: For when proud Lucipher… |
| 19 | 1026–1091 | 484 | T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue | 0.80 | Now Monarchs' hath the german found his match. Bestir thee Iaquis take not now the foil, Lest thou dost lose w… |
| 20 | 1092–1134 | 435 | unassigned | | Martial Plantagenet, Henry's high minded son, The mark that Ellinor did count her aim, I liked thee fore I saw… |
| 21 | 1135–1201 | 493 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.67 | I tell thee Monarch, all the German Peers Can not afford thy entertainmentsuch, So royal and so full of Majest… |
| 22 | 1202–1266 | 502 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.62 | Brave neighbouring squires the stay of Suffolk's clime, A Keeper's daughters is too base in gree To match with… |
| 23 | 1267–1312 | 503 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.63 | Lovely and once beloved of my lord, No marvel if his eye was lodged so low, when brighter 〈◊〉 is not in the he… |
| 24 | 1313–1349 | 527 | unassigned | | Think you that the watching of the brazen head craves no furniture? I warrant you sir I have so armed myself, … |
| 25 | 1350–1391 | 516 | unassigned | | Time was. Well friar Bacon, you spent your seven years' study well that can make your Head speak but two words… |
| 26 | 1392–1446 | 497 | unassigned | | Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy weary steps, Until they do transport thee quick to hell, For Bacon shall have… |
| 27 | 1447–1509 | 515 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.72 | We Castille ladies are not very coy, Your highnesle may command a greater boon, And glad were I to grace the L… |
| 28 | 1510–1573 | 475 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.70 | Thou seest I single thee the field, And what I spoke, I'll maintain with my sword: Stand on thy guard I cannot… |
| 29 | 1574–1635 | 495 | unassigned | | Margaret be not so headstrong in these vows, Oh bury not such beauty in a cell: That England hath held famous … |
| 30 | 1636–1689 | 464 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.69 | Whence Peggy comes this Metamorphosis, What shorn a Nun, and I have from the co urt, Posted with coursers to c… |
| 31 | 1690–1718 | 505 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.85 | A scholar quoth you, marry sir I would I had been made a botlemaker when I was made a scholar, for I can get n… |
| 32 | 1719–1789 | 515 | unassigned | | Gramercies Lordlings, old Plantagenet, That rules and sways the Albion diadem, With tears discovers these conc… |