| 1 | 0–69 | 478 | T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour | 0.77 | THis puzzles my belief: the sickly Moon Hath not yet twice expired her usual 〈◊〉 Since you did mingle Souls, a… |
| 2 | 70–141 | 500 | unassigned | | even thus (sir) poor, and with small victory Am I returned from our cast Troops. Our pay Rests in Areres, and … |
| 3 | 142–216 | 482 | unassigned | | There— 'tis to reach back the heart I gave ye— You spirits that secure the property Of humane love, be still o… |
| 4 | 217–289 | 497 | unassigned | | Hear Altamont! For I will give solemnity unto A vow, that shall for evermore, divide Thee from my bed— Dear Ma… |
| 5 | 290–362 | 489 | unassigned | | Rossa, Molard, (friends to my Soul and Brain) Advance your subtle Eyes! The sovereign mine Behold, that makes … |
| 6 | 363–435 | 499 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.84 | 'twere fit your pretty Agent here, Received instructions how to shape her garb And port, just as th'imployment… |
| 7 | 436–507 | 502 | unassigned | | Thou art to every sense I have, a Spell. Conduct her straight (Mervolle) to some Throne! Then are the vows, th… |
| 8 | 508–576 | 484 | unassigned | | My true opinion sir concerning you. I know you do but counterfeit this lust, This lawless heat. You purpose no… |
| 9 | 577–649 | 485 | unassigned | | Florence knows me well: I'm called Sciolto, I needs must sing my usher's praise: he made A most discreet elect… |
| 10 | 650–724 | 494 | unassigned | | Think on the frailty of The flesh; and be not long unmerciful— Sister! Madam! Away; I come, I come. The Milan … |
| 11 | 725–796 | 502 | T6 Money, debt and credit | 0.76 | I've Instruments distinct, that take a charge O'th' several quarters of my Frame, My Dwarf Doth dress me up un… |
| 12 | 797–864 | 491 | unassigned | | My curses (Sir) have cause t'assault Her more than yours: for she has starved me here With want of natural del… |
| 13 | 865–932 | 491 | unassigned | | Come swear, swear now (on this victorious sword) Thou wilt obey th'injunctions of my wrath, And yet in persona… |
| 14 | 933–1004 | 492 | unassigned | | Unless you are an ostrich, Sir, and can Digest steel, cool your lungs, and calmly wait Th'inquiry I shall urge… |
| 15 | 1005–1077 | 514 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.86 | I sigh my first salute Was so intemperately performed. But O! The justice of my Stars! My love is now Revenged… |
| 16 | 1078–1151 | 503 | unassigned | | Now am I As rascally a sinner, as ever. Why com'st thou not? O Love! A little grace. Is not thy blood well? Ki… |
| 17 | 1152–1218 | 495 | unassigned | | So ill I merit charity: that all My passions argue cunning and pretence. This is a wise hypocrisy, to hide Thy… |
| 18 | 1219–1283 | 490 | unassigned | | Two neighbouring Lilies whom rude winds disperse 'Mongst restless dust, may sooner meet upon Their stalks agai… |
| 19 | 1284–1355 | 488 | unassigned | | Stay, wilt thou kill him (Punto) or shall I? I've business now of a more serious garb. Dispatch him thyself. E… |
| 20 | 1356–1429 | 501 | unassigned | | He is already so exhaust, that his Wise bounty can no more be Argument For wit: And now to have this plea for … |
| 21 | 1430–1497 | 501 | unassigned | | Behold my Coral hands, they seem to blush With guilt of humane sacrifice. methinks I look like to a Memphian P… |
| 22 | 1498–1566 | 502 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.71 | M Mother when she lay, a cold paterne for The figure on her Tomb, spent her last breath In praise of thee. Quo… |
| 23 | 1567–1639 | 501 | unassigned | | Unto thy Lips I'd throw a kiss; but with The strings of my poor solitary Lute They've bound my hands!— O my ho… |
| 24 | 1640–1709 | 497 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.77 | Stiff as a column!— Th'Arcadian wrestler told Young Theseus so; but he did yield as if His sinews had been mad… |
| 25 | 1710–1779 | 491 | unassigned | | The Sun begins to bathe i'th' Mornings Tears: Hast thou Lucio called, and bid Pytho mix With him in a sad Song… |
| 26 | 1780–1849 | 485 | unassigned | | Who did assist your passage to this walk? Mervolle Sir, with whom we used your name. Do you observe the Count,… |
| 27 | 1850–1915 | 480 | unassigned | | Who can resist the frowns of destiny? My sufferance gives my merits their reward. Your speech was wont to be i… |
| 28 | 1916–1986 | 496 | T11 Siblings, kin and confidants | 0.90 | Thou hast been called my friend. But if thy spleen Continue a dislike of her, I'll blow thee from My memory, a… |
| 29 | 1987–2057 | 504 | unassigned | | Sciolto, now requite the leisure I Have given thy penitence, by rendering straight Unto the world, how far tho… |
| 30 | 2058–2130 | 498 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.88 | O sad account. How is my bounty now Exhaust: This is the last I ere shall give— Blind them again and stay thei… |
| 31 | 2131–2203 | 504 | T11 Siblings, kin and confidants | 0.85 | Scoperta, thou'lt excuse the carriage of My doubts, I looked on thee with th'eyes of love, And love is still t… |