| 1 | 0–51 | 473 | unassigned | | WHY looks my Lord like to a troubled sky, When heavens bright shine, is shadowed with a fog: O'late we ran the… |
| 2 | 52–91 | 469 | unassigned | | I grant (my Lord) the Damsel is as fair, As simple Suffolks homely towns can yield: But in the Court be quaint… |
| 3 | 92–149 | 492 | unassigned | | Lacie the fool hath laid a perfect plot, For why our Country Marg'ret is so coy, And stands so much upon her h… |
| 4 | 150–206 | 472 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.73 | Bacon, we hear, that song we have suspect, That thou art read in magic's mystery, In Pyromancy, to divine by f… |
| 5 | 207–258 | 500 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.72 | 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 | 479 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.82 | 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 | 493 | unassigned | | Marg'ret, a farmer's daughter for a farmer's son, I warrant you the meanest of us both, Shall have a mate to l… |
| 8 | 363–430 | 496 | 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 | 499 | unassigned | | If it please your Honour, we are ready at an inch. Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post-horse to ride on, I'll h… |
| 10 | 470–528 | 498 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.81 | To whom speakest thou? To thee. Who art thou? Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast, That friar B… |
| 11 | 529–593 | 512 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.71 | I see the keeper's lovely lass appear, As bright-sun as the Paramour of Mars, Only attended by a jolly friar. … |
| 12 | 594–656 | 508 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.67 | Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him: But when mine eyes surveyed your beauteous looks, Love like… |
| 13 | 657–722 | 505 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.84 | 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 | 723–762 | 488 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.75 | Bacon, if he will hold the German play, We'll teach him what an English Friar can do: The Devil I think dare n… |
| 15 | 763–820 | 492 | unassigned | | And with scientia and great diligentia, Will conjure and charm, to keep you from harm, That utrum horum mavis,… |
| 16 | 821–885 | 495 | unassigned | | Injurious Lacy, did I love thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion? Did I unfold the passions of my love, And … |
| 17 | 886–948 | 482 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.65 | Lacie shall die as Traitor to his Lord. I have deserved it, Edward, act it well. What hopes the Prince to gain… |
| 18 | 949–1015 | 481 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.73 | As it please Lord Lacy: but love's foolish looks Think footsteps miles, and minutes to be hours. I'll hasten, … |
| 19 | 1016–1090 | 516 | T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue | 0.74 | Rather these earthly geomantic spirits, Are dull and like the place where they remain: For when proud Lucifer … |
| 20 | 1091–1160 | 514 | T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue | 0.77 | Raised Hercules to ruinate that tree, That Bungay mounted by his Magic spells. Set Hercules to work. Now Hercu… |
| 21 | 1161–1215 | 504 | T13 Knights, squires and ladies | 0.71 | Let me that joy in these consorting greets, And glory in these honours done to Ned, Yield thanks for all these… |
| 22 | 1216–1279 | 495 | unassigned | | Come frolic, Keeper of our Liege's game, Whose table spread hath ever Venison, And jacks of wine to welcome pa… |
| 23 | 1280–1336 | 447 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.66 | Let pass the Country wealth, as flocks and kine, And lands that wave with Ceres' golden sheaves, Filling my ba… |
| 24 | 1337–1372 | 454 | unassigned | | Well, if that wealth may make men to live well. THe blooms of the Almond tree grow in a night, & vanish in a m… |
| 25 | 1373–1409 | 501 | unassigned | | Miles, thou know'st that I have dived into hell, And sought the darkest palaces of the Fiends, That with my Ma… |
| 26 | 1410–1450 | 516 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.79 | Well, Friar Bacon, you have spent your seven years' study well, that can make your Head speak but two words at… |
| 27 | 1451–1505 | 497 | unassigned | | Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy weary steps, Until they do transport thee quick to hell: For Bacon shall have… |
| 28 | 1506–1567 | 504 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.67 | We Castille Ladies are not very coy, Your Highness may command a greater boon: And glad were I to grace the Li… |
| 29 | 1568–1631 | 475 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.75 | Thou seest I single thee the field, And what I spoke, I'll maintain with my sword: Stand on thy guard, I canno… |
| 30 | 1632–1693 | 495 | unassigned | | Marg'ret, be not so headstrong in these vows. Oh bury not such beauty in a Cell: That England hath held famous… |
| 31 | 1694–1747 | 461 | T15 Friars and holy orders in plot | 0.67 | Whence, Peggie, comes this Metamorphosis? What, shorn a Nun, and I have from the Court Posted with coursers to… |
| 32 | 1748–1776 | 511 | T26 Devils, hell and fiends | 0.89 | A Scholar, quoth you, marry sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker, when I was made a scholar; for I can … |
| 33 | 1777–1847 | 516 | unassigned | | Gramercies, Lordings, old Plantagenet, That rules and sways the Albion Diadem, With tears discovers these conc… |