| 1 | 0–70 | 521 | unassigned | | A Mighty Lion ruler of the woods, Of wondrous strength and great proportion, With hideous noise scarring the t… |
| 2 | 71–143 | 526 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.78 | Where ere Ancora handmaid of the Sun, Where ere the Sun-bright guardian of the day, Where ere the joyful day w… |
| 3 | 144–214 | 533 | unassigned | | When first I followed thee & thine (brave king) I hazarded my life and dearest blood, To purchase favour at yo… |
| 4 | 215–285 | 501 | unassigned | | No longer let me well enjoy the crown, Than I do peerless Guendoline. Cmer. My Lord. The glory of mine age. An… |
| 5 | 286–292 | 501 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.76 | Either the four elements, the seven planets and all the particular stars of the pole Antarctic, are adversativ… |
| 6 | 293–338 | 494 | T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma | 0.78 | ay sir. Then show thyself herein a trusty servant, and carry this letter to mistress Dorothie, and tell her. N… |
| 7 | 339–404 | 464 | unassigned | | At length the snail doth climb the highest tops, Ascending up the stately castle walls, At length the water wi… |
| 8 | 405–481 | 485 | unassigned | | Tut let him come with millions of hosts, He shall find entertainment good enough, Yea fit for those that are o… |
| 9 | 482–523 | 490 | unassigned | | When that is gone we'll fillit again, Dan diddle dan. The poorest state is farthest from annoy, How merrily he… |
| 10 | 524–572 | 494 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.74 | So shall your highness merit great renown, And imitate your aged father's steps. But tell me cousin, camest th… |
| 11 | 573–634 | 489 | T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so | 0.78 | It shall be done sir. Near the Tavern, I by lady sir it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you hear sir, when o… |
| 12 | 635–696 | 490 | unassigned | | Injurious fortune hast thou crossed me thus? Thus in the morning of my victories, Thus in the prime of my feli… |
| 13 | 697–764 | 485 | unassigned | | O what hath he done, his nose bleeds? but oh I smell a fox, Look where my master lies, master, master. Let me … |
| 14 | 765–834 | 495 | T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma | 0.76 | And is this true, is Albanactus slain? Hath cursed Humber with his straggling host With that his army made of … |
| 15 | 835–902 | 509 | unassigned | | And in the fields of martial Cambria, Close by the boisterous Iscan's silver streams, Where lightfoot fairs sk… |
| 16 | 903–941 | 493 | T46 Swords, quarrels and valour | 0.85 | Right martial be thy thoughts my noble son, And all thy words savour of chivalry, But warlike Segar what stran… |
| 17 | 942–996 | 501 | unassigned | | How now master Strumbo, hath my daughter taught you a new lesson? ay but hear you goodman Oliver? it will not … |
| 18 | 997–1057 | 436 | unassigned | | And if Thrasimachus detract the fight, Either for weakness or for cowardice, Let him not boast that Brutus was… |
| 19 | 1058–1128 | 510 | unassigned | | So nought will satisfy your wandering ghost But dire revenge, nothing but Humbers fall, Because he conquered y… |
| 20 | 1129–1192 | 491 | unassigned | | What prince soe'er adorned with golden Doth sway the regal sceptre in his hand: And thinks no chance can ever … |
| 21 | 1193–1260 | 519 | unassigned | | My Lord, in ransacking the Scythian tents I found this Lady, and to manifest That earnest zeal I bear unto you… |
| 22 | 1261–1292 | 535 | unassigned | | Then Locrine, lo I reconcile myself, But as thou lov'st thy life, so love thy wife: But if thou violate those … |
| 23 | 1293–1347 | 440 | T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs | 0.73 | Was ever land so fruitless as this land? Was ever grove so graceless as this grove? Was ever soil so barren as… |
| 24 | 1348–1409 | 444 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.76 | where brackish Thamis slides with silver streams, Making a breach into the grassy downs, A curious arch of cos… |
| 25 | 1410–1475 | 484 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.73 | Non tam Tincriis excestnat Aetna cavernis, Laesae furtino quam cour mulieris amore. Medea seeing Iason leave h… |
| 26 | 1476–1535 | 480 | unassigned | | Though I be young and of a tender age, Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares. My noble father with his co… |
| 27 | 1536–1599 | 476 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | You gentle winds that with your modest blasts, Pass through the circuit of the heavenly vault, Enter the cloud… |
| 28 | 1600–1667 | 482 | unassigned | | Alas my Lord, the horse will run amain whenas the spur doth gall him to the bone, jealousy Locrine hath a wick… |
| 29 | 1668–1737 | 517 | unassigned | | Thinkst thou to dare me bold Thrasimachus? Thinkst thou to fear me with thy taunting braves, Or do we seem too… |
| 30 | 1738–1803 | 478 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.84 | What doleful sight, what ruthful spectacle Hath fortune offered to my hapless heart? My father slain with such… |
| 31 | 1804–1879 | 573 | unassigned | | You mountain nymphs which in these deserts reign, Cease off your hasty chase of savage beasts, Prepare to see … |