First-Line Index to C2

First-Line Index to C2

MS Add. 5778, Cambridge University Library (Cambridge Balam ms.)

Compiled by Ted-Larry Pebworth

Headings added by Nazenin Ozkan Carpenter, May 2012

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form, (b) a siglum-plus-ordinal-position item tag, (c) its location in the artifact (by folio or page nos.), and (d) diplomatic transcriptions of its heading (HE) and first line.

This index last corrected 6-11-12.

                    f. 5r-v     Heading and prose epistle of Metem (see next item)
Metem       C2.l   ff. 5v-12    HE Infinitati Sacrum. 16.o/ Augusti. 1601./ Metempsychosis./ Poema Satyricon./ 
                                  Epistle.| First Songe. 
                                I singe the Progresse of a Deathles Soule               
Cor         C2.2   ff. 12-13    HE Holy Sonnetts. /La Corona. 
                                Digne at my hands thys Crowne of Prayer and Prayse      
HSDue       C2.3    f. 13v      HE Sonnetts.Holy. /1.
                                As due by many Titles I resigne                         
HSBlack     C2.4    f. 13v      HE 2.
                                Oh my blacke Soule, now thou art Summoned               
HSScene     C2.5    f. 13v      HE 3.
                                This is my Playes last Scene, here Heavens appoynt      
HSRound     C2.6    f. 14       HE 4.
                                At ye round Earths Imagin'd Corners, blowe              
HSMin       C2.7    f. 14       HE 5. 
                                If Poysonous Myneralls, and yf that Tree                
HSDeath     C2.8    f. 14       HE 6.
                                Death be not Prowd, though some haue called Thee        
HSSpit      C2.9    f. 14v      HE 7.
                                Spitt in my Face you Jewes, and Pierce my side          
HSWhy       C2.1O   f. 14v      HE 8.
                                Why are wee by all Creatures waited on?                 
HSWhat      C2.11   f. 14v      HE 9.
                                What yf this Present, were the Worlds last night?       
HSBatter    C2.12   f. 15       HE 10.
                                Better[sic] my Hart, Three Person'd God; for you        
HSWilt      C2.13   f. 15       HE 11.
                                Wilt thou loue God, as Hee, Thee, then Digest           
HSPart      C2.14   f. 15       HE 12.
                                Father, part of his doble Interest                      
Sat1        C2.15  ff. 15v-16v  HE Satyre.
                                Away thou fondlinge Motley Humorist                     
Sat2        C2.16  ff. 16v-18   HE Satyre .2.d
                                Sr. Though (I thanke God for yt) I doe hate             
Sat3        C2.17  ff. 18-19    HE Satyre .3d.
                                Kind Pittye choakes my Spleene; Brave scorne forbids    
Sat4        C2.18  ff. 19-22    HE Satyre
                                Well, I may now receive, & dye; my sin                  
Sat5        C2.19  ff. 22-23v   HE Satyre
                                Thou shalt not laugh in thys leafe, Muse, nor they      
ElBrac      C2.20  ff. 23v-25   HE Elegie. 1st.
                                Not yt in Couller yt was lyke thy hayre                 
ElBed       C2.21   f. 25-25v   HE Elegie. 2d.|
                                Come, Madame, Come, All Rest my powers defye            
ElJeal      C2.22  ff. 25v-26   HE Elegie. 3d. 
                                Fond woaman wch wouldst haue thy husband dye            
ElAnag      C2.23  ff. 26-27    HE Elegie. 4th. 
                                Marry, and love thy Flavea, for shee                    
ElChange    C2.24   f. 27r-v    HE Elegie. 5th.
                                Although thy hand and fayth, and good workes too        
ElPerf      C2.25  ff. 27v-28v  HE Elegie. 6th.
                                Once and but once found in thy Companye                  
ElPict      C2.26  ff. 28v-29   HE Elegye. 7th. 
                                Here take my Picture, though I bid farwell              
Sorrow      C2.27   f. 29       HE Elegye. 8th. [29]
                                Sorrowe, who to this house, scarce knew the way         
ElServe     C2.28  ff. 29-3O    HE Elegye. 9th.
                                Oh, lett me not serve soe, as those Men serve           
ElWar       C2.29   f. 30-30v   HE Elegye.
                                Till I haue Peace wth thee, warr other Men              
ElFatal     C2.30  ff. 30v-31v  HE Elegie: 11th.  
                                By our first strange & fatall Interviewe                
ElNat       C2.31   f. 31v      HE Elegie. 12th.
                                Natures lay Ideott, I taught Thee to loue               
ElProg      C2.32  ff. 32-33    HE Elegie. 13th.
                                Who ever loues, yf hee doe not propose                  
Storm       C2.33  ff. 33-34    HE The Storme to Mr Christopher Brooke.
                                Thou wch art I, (t'is nothinge to bee soe)              
Calm        C2.34  ff. 34-35    HE The Calme.| 
                                Our Storme ys past, & yt Stormes Tyrannous rage         
HWKiss      C2.35  ff. 35-36    HE To Sr Henry Wotton.|
                                Sr, letters, more then kisses, mingle Soules            
Cross       C2.36  ff. 36-37    HE The Crosse.
                               &nbspSince Christ embrac'd the Crosse yt selfe, Dare I       
Mark        C2.37  ff. 37-38    HE Elegie on the Ladye Markeham/,
                               Man is the World, and Death the ocean                   
BoulRec     C2.38  ff. 38-39    HE Eligie on Mrs Boulstred./
                               Death, I Recant, and say vnsay'd by Mee                 
HG          C2.39   f. 39-39v   HE To Sr Henry Goodyere
                               Who makes the Past, a Patterne for next Yeare           
RWThird     C2.40  ff. 39v-40   HE To Mr Rowland Woodwarde.| 
                               Lyke One Who in her Third Widowheade doth profes        
HWNews      C2.41   f. 40-40v   HE To Sr Henry Wootton.
                               Here ys noe more newes, then vertue, I may as well      
BedfReas    C2.42  ff. 40v-41   HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
                               Madame. /Reason ys our Soules lefthand, Fayth her Right  
BedfRef     C2.43  ff. 41-42    HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
                               Madame. /You haue refyn'd Mee, and to worthyest Things   
EdHerb      C2.44   f. 42-42v   HE To Sr Edward Herbert. At Iuliers
                               Man is a lumpe, where all Beasts kneaded Bee            
Annun       C2.45  ff. 42v-43   HE The Annuntiation:
                               Taymelye frayle Bodye, abstayne to day; To day          
Goodf       C2.46  ff. 43v-44   HE Goodfryday. 1613. Ridinge towards Wales.
                               Let Mans Soule be a spheare, and then in thys           
Carey       C2.47  ff. 44-45    HE A Letter to the Ladye Carey, and /Mrs Essex Riche. from Amyens. [44]
                               Madame. /Here where by all, all Saints invoked are       
Sal         C2.48  ff. 45-46    HE To the Countesse of Salisburye. /August 1614.|
                               Fayre, great, and good, since seeinge yow, wee see      
Lit         C2.49  ff. 46-49v   HE The Letanye. >>To S:r Tho: Roe<< /The Father. /1.
                               Father of Heaven, and hym by whome                      
Mess(a)     C2.50  ff. 49v-50   HE Songe.
                               Send home my longe strayde eyes to Mee                  
Bait        C2.51   f. 50-50v   HE om
                               Come liue wth Mee, and be my Loue                       
Appar       C2.52   f. 50v      HE The Apparition
                               When by thy Scorne, O Murdres, I am dead                
Broken(a)   C2.53  ff. 50v-51   HE Songe.
                               Hee ys starke Madde, who ever sayes                     
Lect        C2.54   f. 51-51v   HE om
                               Stand still and I will reade to Thee                    
ValMourn    C2.55  ff. 51v-52   HE A Valediction
                               As Virtuous Men passe myldlye away                      
GoodM       C2.56   f. 52-52v   HE om
                               I wonder by my Troth, what Thou, and I                  
SGo         C2.57  ff. 52v-53   HE Songe.
                               Goe, and catch a Fallinge Starre                        
WomCon      C2.58   f. 53       HE om
                               Now Thou hast lov'd Mee one whole day                   
Image       C2.59   f. 53-53v   HE om
                               Image of her whome I loue, more then Shee               
SunRis      C2.60  ff. 53v-54   HE To the Sonne.
                               Busy old Foole, vnrulye Sunne                           
Ind         C2.61   f. 54       He Songe.
                               I can loue both fayre & browne                          
LovUsury    C2.62   f. 54-54v   HE om 
                               For every hower that Thou wilt spare mee now            
Canon       C2.63  ff. 54v-55   HE The Canonization.|
                               For godsake holld yor Tongue, and lett Mee love         
Triple      C2.64   f. 55-55v   HE Song.
                               I am two Fooles, I knowe                                
LovInf      C2.65  ff. 55v-56   HE om
                               Yf yet I haue not all Yor loue                          
SSweet      C2.66   f. 56-56v   HE Song.| 
                               Sweetest loue I doe not goe, for Wearines of Thee       
Leg         C2.67  ff. 56v-57   HE Song.|
                               When I dyed last, and Deare I dye                       
Fever       C2.68   f. 57       HE Feaver.|
                               Oh do not dye, for I shall hate                         
Air         C2.69   f. 57v      HE Ayre and Angells.|
                               Twice or Thrice had I lou'd Thee                        
Break       C2.70  ff. 57v-58   HE om
                               Tis true, tis day, what though yt be                    
Anniv       C2.71   f. 58-58v   HE om
                               All Kings, and all theyre Favorites                     
ValName     C2.72  ff. 58v-59v  HE A Valediction of my Name, in the Windowe.|
                               My name engrau'd herein                                 
ElAut       C2.73  ff. 59v-60v  HE Elegie Autumnall.
                               No springe, nor Summer Beauty, hath such grace          
Twick       C2.74   f. 60v      HE om
                               Blasted wth sighes, and surrounded wth Teares           
ValBook     C2.75   f. 61-61v   HE Valediction of the Booke.|
                               Ile tell Thee now, (deare loue) what thou shalt doe     
Commun      C2.76  ff. 61v-62   HE om
                               Good wee must loue, and must hate Ill                   
LovGrow     C2.77   f. 62-62v   HE Springe.
                               I scarce beleeve my love to be soe pure                 
LovExch     C2.78  ff. 62v-63   HE om
                               Loue any Devill else but yow                            
ConfL       C2.79   f. 63-63v   HE om
                               Some Man vnworthy to bee possessor                      
Dream       C2.80  ff. 63v-64   HE The Dreame.
                               Deare Loue, for nothinge lesse then Thee                
ValWeep     C2.81   f. 64-64v   HE A Valediction.|
                               Lett mee powre forth                                    
LovAlch     C2.82  ff. 64v-65   HE Mummie.
                               Some yt haue deeper digg'd loues Myne then I            
Flea        C2.83   f. 65       HE The Flea.
                               Marke but thys Flea, and marke in Thys                  
Curse       C2.84   f. 65-65v   HE The Curse.
                               Who ever gesses, thinks, or dreames, he knowes          
Ecst        C2.85  ff. 65v-67   HE The Extasye.|
                               Where lyke a Pillowe on a Bedd                          
Under       C2.86   f. 67       HE om
                               I haue done one Braver Thinge                           
LovDeity    C2.87   f. 67v      He Loues Deytye.|
                               I long to talke wth some olld lovers Ghost              
LovDiet     C2.88  ff. 67v-68   HE Loves Dyett.|
                               To what a Cumbersome vnwildinesse                       
Will        C2.89  ff. 68v-69   HE The Will.
                               Before I sigh my last gaspe, let Mee breath             
Fun         C2.90   f. 69r-v    HE The Funerall.|
                               Who ever comes to shroude Mee, doe noe harme            
Blos        C2.91  ff. 69v-70   HE The Blossome.|
                               Little thinkest Thou poore Flower                       
Prim        C2.92   f. 70r-v    HE The Primerose.|
                               Vpon thys Primerose hill                                
Relic       C2.93  ff. 70v-71   HE The Relique.
                               When my Grave ys broake vp agayne                       
Damp        C2.94   f. 71r-v    HE The Dampe.|
                               When I an[sic] dead, and Doctors know not Why           
EpEliz      C2.95  ff. 71v-73   HE An Epithalamion, or Maryadge Song
                               Hayle Bishop Valentine, whose day, this ys              
Eclog       C2.96  ff. 73-77    HE Ecclogue.  [73]
                               Vnseasonable Man, Statue of Ice                         
Har         C2.97  ff. 77-80v   HE Obsequies to the Lord Harrington, brother to the Countesse of Bedford./   
                               Fayre Soule, wch was not onely, as all soules bee       
       [non-canonical poems on f. 81r-v]
Christ      C2.98   f. 81v      HE Doctor Dunn's going into Bohemia /Himme to Christ.
                               In what torne shipp soeuer I embarke,                                
       [non-canonical poems on ff. 82r-85r]
Broken(b)   C2.99   f. 85v      HE om
                               Hee is stark madde, who euer sayes                       
       [non-canonical poems on f. 86r-v]
Mess(b)     C2.100  f. 87r      HE om
                               Send home my long strayed eyes to mee           
       [non-canonical poems on ff. 87v-134r]