First-Line Index to CT1

First-Line Index to CT1

R.3.12, Trinity College, Cambridge University (The Puckering ms.)

Compiled January 24, 1992, by Ted Sherman

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form (nc = noncanonical), (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 3/3/03.

ElAnag    CT1.1, pp.1-2         HE      Elegie  [E Puckering in top right corner]                                           
                                Marry and loue thy fflauia, for shee                                           
RWThird   CT1.2, pp.3-4         HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Like one who in her Third widdowhood doth professe                            
                                        [written in 3-line stanzas]
HWNews    CT1.3, pp.4-5         HE      [trimmed]o:D. to Mr H:W: [in l. margin]
                                Here is noe more newes then vertue: I may as well                            
                                        [bottom third of p. 5 is blank, except for CW: Elegie]
ElComp    CT1.4, pp.6-7         HE      Elegie                                                                
                                As the sweet sweat of roses in a still                                      
ELPerf    CT1.5, pp.8-10        HE      Elegie                                                                
                                Once, and but once, found in thy company                                        
ELChange  CT1.6, pp.10-12       HE      Elegie.                                                                
                                Although thy hand, & faith, & good workes too,                             
ELNat     CT1.7, pp.12-13       HE      Elegie                                                                
                                Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love,                                      
ELAut     CT1.8, pp.13-15       HE      Elegie                                                                
                                No spring, nor Summer beautie hath such grace                                 
Image     CT1.9, pp.15-16       HE      Elegie.                                                                
                                Image of her, whom I loue, more then shee,                                       
Break     CT1.10, pp.16-17      HE      Breake of Daye                                                        
                                Tis true, tis day; what though it bee                                          
SunRis    CT1.11, pp.17-18      HE      Sunn Risinge                                                          
                                Buisie old foole vnruly sunn                                                   
Lect      CT1.12, pp.18-19      HE      Lecture vpon the shaddowe                                             
                                Stand still, and I will read to thee                                          
ValMourn  CT1.13, pp.19-20      HE      Valediction forbidding / mourninge.                                   
                                As virtuous men passe mildely away                                           
ElServe   CT1.14, pp.21-22      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                Oh, let mee serue soe as those men serue                                        
Leg       CT1.15, pp.22-23      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                When I dyed last, (and deare I die                                             
Triple    CT1.16, pp.23-24      HE      The Triple ffoole.                                                    
                                I am twoe fooles I knowe                                                      
Mark      CT1.17, pp.24-26      HE      An Elegie vppon the Death of / the Ladie Marckham.                    
                                Man is the world, and Death the Ocean                                          
BoulRec   CT1.18, pp.27-29      HE      An Elegie vpon the death / of Mistress Bulstrod                        
                                Death I recant, and say, vnsaid by mee                                        
GoodM     CT1.19, pp.29-30      HE      The good Morrowe                                                      
                                I wonder by my troth, what thou and I                                         
Broken    CT1.20, pp.30-31      HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Hee is starck mad whoeuer sayes                                              
Twick     CT1.21, pp.32         HE      Twittnam Garden.|                                                       
                                Blasted wth sighes, & surrounded wth teares                                 
ElWar     CT1.22, pp.33-34      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                Till I haue peace wth thee warr other men                                     
                                        [bottom third of p. 34 blank, except for CW: Elegie]
BoulNar   CT1.23, pp.35-37      HE      Elegie vpon the death / of Mistress Boulstred                        
                                Language thou art to narrowe, & to weake                                     
Curse     CT1.24, pp.37-38      HE      The Cursse                                                             
                                Who euer gesses, thincks, or dreames hee knowes                                 
LovAlch   CT1.25, pp.38-39      HE      Mummy                                                                 
                                Some yt haue deeper digg'd Loues Myne then I                                
Canon     CT1.26, pp.39-41      HE      The Cano%Mnization                                                    
                                ffor Gods sake hold yor tongue, & let mee loue                             
LovDiet   CT1.27, pp.41-42      HE      Loues diett.                                                           
                                To what a combersome vnwildiness                                              
Will      CT1.28, pp.43-44      HE      Loues Legacies                                                        
                                Before I sigh my last gaspe let mee breathe                                     
Para      CT1.29, pp.45         HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Noe Louer saith I loue, nor any other.                                          
nc        CT1.30, pp.45-46      HE      A Paradox                                                           
                                Who soe termes Loue a fire, may like a po%Uet                                  
SGo       CT1.31, pp.46-47      HE      Songe                                                                 
                                Goe and catch a falling starre                                                
                                        [bottom fourth of p. 47 blank, except for CW: Good]
Commun    CT1.32, pp.48         HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Good wee must loue and must hate ill                                         
WomCon    CT1.33, pp.49         HE      Womans Constancie                                                    
                                Now thou hast lou'd mee one whole day                                         
                                        [bottom fourth of p. 49 blank, except for CW: Marke]                                      
Flea      CT1.34, pp.50         HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Mark but this flea, and marke in this                                        
Ecst      CT1.35, pp.51-53      HE      Extasie                                                               
                                Where like a pillowe on a bed                                                  
LovDeity  CT1.36, pp.54         HE      Loues Deitie                                                         
                                I long to talke wth some old Louers ghost                                     
                                        [bottom fifth of p. 54 is blank, except for CW: The]                   
Fun       CT1.37, pp.55         HE      The ffunerall. 
                                Who euer comes to shrowd mee doe not harme                                     
ElProg    CT1.38, pp.56-60      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                Who euer loues, if hee doe not propose                                          
                                        [bottom 2/3 of p. 60 blank, except CW: The]
Blos      CT1.39, pp.61-62      HE      The Blossome.                                                          
                                Litle thinck'st thou poore flower                                            
ElBed     CT1.40, pp.63-64      HE      Elegie                                                              
                                Come Madam, Come, All rest my powers defie                                    
Appar     CT1.41, pp.65         HE      An Apparition.                                                        
                                When by thy scorne, O Murdress I am dead,                                     
                                        [bottom fourth of p. 65 blank, except for CW: To]                   
HWKiss    CT1.42, pp.66-68      HE      To Sr Henry Wotton                                                    
                                S,r more then kisses, Leters mingle soules,                                    
Prim      CT1.43, pp.69-70      HE      The Primerose                                                          
                                Vppon this Primerose hill                                                      
TWHail    CT1.44, pp.70-71      HE      To M. I: W:                                                          
                                All haile sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire                        
TWHarsh   CT1.45, pp.71-72      HE      To M. T. W.                                                           
                                Hast thee harsh verse as fast as thy lame measure                             
TWPreg    CT1.46, p. 72         HE      To M. T. W.                                                              
                                Pregnant againe wth th'old twins, Hope, & Feare                            
TWHence   CT1.47, p. 73         HE      Omitted [begins top of p.73; scribe usually uses HE to                                     
                                        separate poems; same stanza pattern as TWPreg]                                 
                                Att once from hence my Lines & I depart                                 
CB        CT1.48, pp.73-74      HE      To M. C. B                                                              
                                Thy friend whom thy deserts to thee enchaine                                 
SB        CT1.49, pp.74         HE      To M S. B.                                                            
                                O thou wch to search out the secret parts                                  
BB        CT1.50, pp.75-76      HE      To M. B B.                                                          
                                Is not thy sacred hunger of science                                           
                                        [At once from hence my lines & I depart written & erased 
                                        at top of p. 75 before To M. B B.]
RWSlumb   CT1.51, pp.76-77      HE      To Mr. R. W.                                                            
                                If as mine is thy life a slumber bee                                          
ILRoll    CT1.52, pp.77-78      HE      To. M. I. L.                                                             
                                Of that short roll of friends writt in my hart                               
ILBlest   CT1.53, pp.78-79      HE      To M. I. L                                                              
                                Blest are yor North parts for all this long time                            
HWVenice  CT1.54, pp.79-80      HE      To Sr. Henrie Wotton, at his / going Ambassadour to 
                                After those reuerend Papers whose soule is                                    
HG        CT1.55, pp.81-82      HE      To Sr. H.: G. mouing him to trauell                                   
                                Who makes the past a patterne for next yeare                                  
EdHerb    CT1.56, pp.83-84      HE      To Sr. E: H:                                                          
                                Man is a Lumpe where all Beasts kneaded bee                                  
MHPaper   CT1.57, pp.85-87      HE      To M. M. H                                                          
                                Madd Paper stay; & grudge not here to burne                                
Sappho    CT1.58, pp.87-89      HE      Sapho to Philae%Lnis                                                 
                                Where is that holy fire wch verse is said                                   
                                        [bottom fourth of p. 89 blank, except for CW: Elegie]   
ElJeal    CT1.59, pp.90-91      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                ffond woeman wch wouldst haue thy husband dye                               
ElFatal   CT1.60, pp.91-93      HE      Elegie                                                                
                                By our first straunge, & fatall interviewe                                   
ElPict    CT1.61, pp.93-94      HE      Elegie                                                               
                                Here take my Picture though I bid farewell                                   
Noct      CT1.62, pp.94-96      HE      A Norturnall vpon St Lucies / daye being 
                                        the shortest day.       
                               Tis the yeares Midnight, & it is the dayes                                   
Compu     CT1.63, pp.96         HE      The Computation                                                       
                                ffor the first twentie yeares since yesterday                                 
Dissol    CT1.64, pp.96-97      HE      The Dissolution                                                       
                                Shee's dead, and all wch dye                                                 
Witch     CT1.65, pp.98         HE      Witchcrafte by a Picture                                              
                                I fixe mine eye on thine, and there                                             
Jet       CT1.66, pp.98-99      HE      A Jeat Ringe sente                                                  
                                Thou art not soe black as my hart                                              
LovExch   CT1.67, pp.99-101     HE      Loues Exchange                                                        
                                Loue, any Deuill els but you                                                  
Fever     CT1.68, pp.101-102    HE      ffeuer.                                                               
                                Oh, doe not dye, for I shall hate                                                
Ind       CT1.69, pp.102-103    HE      The Indifferent                                                       
                                I can loue both faire and browne                                              
ValName   CT1.70, pp.104-106    HE      Valediction of my name in the windowe                                 
                                My name engrau'd herein                                                       
Air       CT1.71, pp.106-107    HE      Ayre and Angells                                                      
                                Twice or thrice had I loued thee                                              
LovGrow   CT1.72, pp.108        HE      Loues Growth                                                          
                                I scarce beleiue my Loue to bee soe pure                                       
Dream     CT1.73, pp.109-110    HE      The Dreame.
                                Deare Loue for nothing lesse then thee                                        
Prohib    CT1.74, pp.110        HE      The Prohibition.                                                       
                                Take heed of louing mee                                                     
Anniv     CT1.75, pp.110-111    HE      The Anniuersarie                                                      
                                All kings, and all their ffauouritts                                          
Damp      CT1.76, pp.112        HE      The Dampe                                                            
                                When I am dead, & Doctors knowe not why                                      
Relic     CT1.77, pp.113-114    HE      The Relique                                                          
                                When my Graue is broke vp againe                                              
NegLov    CT1.78, pp.114-115    HE      Negatiue Loue.                                                         
                                I neuer stoop'd soe lowe as they                                               
ValWeep   CT1.79, pp.115-116    HE      Valediction of weeping                                               
                                Let mee powre forth                                                            
ValBook   CT1.80, ff, 116-118    HE      A Valediction of the Booke                                           
                                Ile tell thee now deare Loue what thou shalt doe                               
                                        [bottom fifth of p. 118 is blank, except for CW: The]                 
Expir     CT1.81, pp.119        HE      The Expiration                                                        
                                Soe, soe, break off this last lamenting kisse                               
Under     CT1.82, pp.119-120    HE      Platonique Loue                                                      
                                I haue done one brauer thing                                                 
                                        [bottom third of p. 120 is blank, except for CW: Some]
ConfL     CT1.83, pp.121        HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Some man vnworthy to bee Possessor                                             
                                        [bottom fifth of p. 121 blank, except for CW: Songs]      
Mess      CT1.84, pp.122        HE      Songs wch were made to certaine / Aires wch 
                                        were made before.|      
                                Send home my long stray'd eyes to mee                           
SSweet    CT1.85, pp.123        HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Sweetest Loue I do not goe for wearines of thee               
Bait      CT1.86, pp.124        HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Come liue wth mee, and bee my Loue                                            
Hero      CT1.87, pp.125        HE      Epigrammes. / Hero and Leander                                       
                                Both robb'd of aire, wee both lye on the ground                               
Pyr       CT1.88, pp.125        HE      Piramis and Thisbie                                                    
                                Two by themselues each other, Loue and feare                                 
Niobe     CT1.89, pp.125        HE      Niobe                                                                
                                By Childrens birth, & Death I am become                                     
Ship      CT1.90, pp.125        HE      A Burnt shippe                                                      
                                Out of a fired shipp, wch by noe way                                          
Wall      CT1.91, pp.125        HE      ffall of a Wall                                                      
                                Vnder an vnderminde, and shott bruiz'd wall                                   
Beggar    CT1.92, pp.126        HE      A Lame Begger.                                                         
                                I am vnable yonder Begger cryes                                               
Licent    CT1.93, pp.126        HE      A licentious person.                                                   
                                Thy sinns, and haire may noe man equall call                                 
Antiq     CT1.94, pp.126        HE      Antiquarie                                                            
                                If in his studie hee haue soe much care                                          
Merc      CT1.95, pp.126        HE      Mercurius Gallo=Belgicus                                              
                                Like AE%Lsops fellow slaues, O Mercury                                          
Phrine    CT1.96, pp.126        HE      Phrine                                                                
                                Thy flattering Picture, Phrine, is like thee                                 
Philo     CT1.97, pp.126        HE      An obscure writer                                                     
                                Philo wth twelue yeares studie hath been grieu'd                               
Klock     CT1.98, pp.127        HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Klockius so deeply hath sworne nere more to come                                   
Martial   CT1.99, pp.127        HE      Randerus                                                              
                                Why this man gelded Martial I muse                                            
EpLin     CT1.100, pp.127-130    HE      Epithalamion made at / Lincolnes Inn.                                
                                The Sun-beames in the East are spred                                          
Eclog     CT1.101, pp.131-140    HE      Eclogue / Induceing an Epithalamion at the / Marriage 
                                        of the. E: of. S:
                                Vnseasonable man, statue of Ice
                                        [bottom half of p. 140 blank, except for CW: Paradoxes]            
prose     CT1.102, pp.141-142    HE      Paradoxes / That all things kill themselues                           
                                To affect, yea to effect their owne deaths, all liue= are 
prose     CT1.103, pp.142-144   HE      That woemen ought to paint / themselues.                               
                                ffowleness is loathsome, can that bee soe too wch helpes it?                  
prose     CT1.104, pp.144-146   HE      That old men are more fantastique / then younge.|                    
                                Whoe reades this Paradoxe but thincks mee more                                 
prose     CT1.105, pp.146-148   HE      That Nature is our worst / Guide.                                    
                                Shall shee bee Guide to all Creatures wch is
prose     CT1.106, pp.149-150   HE      That onely Cowards dare dye                                          
                                Extreames are equally remou'd from ye meane,
prose     CT1.107, pp.150-153   HE      That the Guiftes of the bodie are / better then the 
                                        guifts of ye minde, / or of ffortune.
                                I say againe that the bodie makes the minde,
prose     CT1.108, pp.153-156   HE      That a wise man is knowne by / much laughinge                        
                                Ride si sapis O puella ride. If thou beest
prose     CT1.109, pp.156-158   HE      That Good is more common / then euill.                                
                                I haue not beene soe pittifully tyred wth
prose     CT1.110, pp.158-161   HE      That by Discord things encrease                                       
                                So I asseuer this the more boldly because
prose     CT1.111, pp.161-162   HE      That is->it is possible to finde / some vertue in some woemen.            
                                I am not of that sear'd impudency yt I dare
prose     CT1.112, pp.163       HE      Probleme. 1:                                                           
                                Why are Courtiers sooner Atheists then
prose     CT1.113, pp.164       HE      2th:                                                                   
                                Why doth Sr W: R write the Historie
prose     CT1.114, pp.164-165   HE      3th.                                                                   
                                Why doe great men choose of all dependants
prose     CT1.115, pp.165       HE      4th.|                                                                   
                                Why doth not gold soile the fingers? Doth
prose     CT1.116, pp.165       HE      5th.|                                                                   
                                Why dye none for loue nowe? because woemen
prose     CT1.117, pp.166       HE      6th.|                                                                   
                                Why doe young lay-men soe much studie diui=
prose     CT1.118, pp.167-268   HE      7th.                                                                  
                                Why hath the common opinion afforded woemen
                                        [pp. 168 & 169 misnumbered 268 & 269] 
prose     CT1.119, pp.268-269   HE      8th. / Why are the fairest falsest?                                    
                                I meane not of false Alcumy Beauty, for then
prose     CT1.120, pp.170-171   HE      9th. / Why haue Bastards best fortunes?                                 
                                Because ffortune herself is a whore. But such are                              
prose     CT1.121, pp.171-172   HE      10th. / Why Puritans make longest Sermons                              
                                It needs not for perspicuousnes, for God knowes
prose     CT1.122, pp.172-174   HE      11.:th / Why doth the Poxe soe much affect / to 
                                        vndermine the nose?        
                                Paracelsus perchance sayes true, that euery Dis=
prose     CT1.123, pp.174       HE      12th.| / Why doe woemen delight soe much / in 
                                They thinck that ffeathers imitate winges, soe
prose     CT1.124, pp.174-176   HE      13. / Why are Statesmen moste / incredulous.|                          
                                Are they all wise enough to follow their Ex=
prose     CT1.125, pp.176-178   HE      Why Venus starr only doth / cast a Shaddowe                          
                                Is it because it is nearer the Earth? But they
prose     CT1.126, pp.178-179   HE      Why is Venus Starr Multi-nominous / called both 
                                        Hesperus, and Vesper?
                                The Moone hath as many names, but not as shee is                            
prose     CT1.127, pp.179-180   HE      Why are newe Officers least / oppressinge?                          
                                Must the old Prouerbe, That old Doggs bite sore=
prose     CT1.128, pp.180-181   HE      Why is there more varietie of Greene / then of other Collours?       
                                It is because it is the figure of youth wherin
                                        [bottom half of p. 181 and all of p. 182 are blank]                                        
Lit       CT1.129, pp.183-193   HE      A Letanie                                                             
                                ffather of Heauen, and him by whom                                            
GoodF     CT1.130, pp.193-195   HE      Goodfriday / Made as I was rideing westward / that daye.              
                                Let mans soule bee a spere, and then in this                                   
Cross     CT1.131, pp.195-197   HE      Of the Crosse                                                         
                                Since Christ embrac'd the Cross it selfe, dare I                              
Res       CT1.132, pp.198       HE      Resurrection.   imperfect                                     
                                Sleep, sleep, old Sunn, thou canst not haue repast                          
Christ    CT1.133, pp.199       HE      A Hymne to Christ.                                                   
                                In what torne shipp soeuer I embarck                                          
Father    CT1.134, pp.200       HE      To Christ [stanzas 2&3 reverse order]                                                             
                                Wilt thou forgiue yt sinn where I begunne                                    
                                        [bottom fourth/fifth of p. 200 blank, except for CW: Infinitati]     
Metem     CT1.135, pp.201-223   HE      Infinitati Sacrum. 160. Augusti / 1601. / 
                                        Metempsychosis / Poema Satyricon / Epistle.
                                I sing the Progresse of a Deathless Soule
Corona    CT1.136, pp.224-227   HE      Diuine Poems / La Corona.                                              
                                Deigne at my hand this Crowne of prayer, & praise                           
HSDue     CT1.137, pp.227-228   HE      Omitted                                                               
                                As due by many titles I resigne                                               
HSBlack   CT1.138, pp.228       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Oh my black Soule, thou nowe art summoned                                      
HSScene   CT1.139, pp.228-229   HE      Omitted                                                               
                                This is my Playes last scene, Here Heau'ns appoint                            
HSRound   CT1.140, pp.229       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                At the round Earthes imagin'd corners blowe                                   
HSMin     CT1.141, pp.229-230   HE      Omitted                                                               
                                If poisonous Mineralls, and if that tree                                      
HSDeath   CT1.142, pp.230       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Death bee not prowd, though some hath call'd thee                            
HSSpit    CT1.143, pp.230-231   HE      Omitted                                                             
                                Spitt in my face, yee Iewes, & pierce my side                               
HSWhy     CT1.144, pp.231       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Why are wee by all Creatures waited on?                                          
HSWhat    CT1.145, pp.231-232   HE      Omitted                                                               
                                What if this present were the worlds last night?                               
HSBatter  CT1.146, pp.232       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Batter my hart three person'd God, for you                                     
HSWilt    CT1.147, pp.232-233   HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Wilt thou loue God, as hee thee, then digest                                  
HSPart    CT1.148, pp.233       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                ffather, part of his double interest                                          
                                        [CW: Epistle]              
                                        [p. 234 completely blank]                                              
Ham (Ltr) CT1.149, pp.235       HE      Epistle                                                               
                                Sr. / I presume you rather trye what you can doe in mee, 
                                        [bottom third of p. 235 blank, except for SS: ID & CW: A Hymne]
Ham       CT1.150, pp.236-237   HE      A Hymne to the Saincts, and / to Marquis Hambleton. 
                                Whether yt Soule wch now comes vnto you
                                        [bottom third of p. 237 blank, except for SS: ID]                    
                                        [p. 238 completely blank]
nc        CT1.151, pp.239       HE      Omitted                                                               
                                Why louelye boy why flyest thou me 
                                        [in second hand]
nc        CT1.152, pp.[240]     HE      Omitted
                                Heare doe repose but in lamented wast
                                        [in third hand; bottom 2/3 of p. 240 blank and all of p. 241]
nc        CT1.153, pp.[242]     HE      Omitted
                                I pri'thee turne yt face away,
                                        [in a fourth hand]
nc        CT1.154, pp.[242]     HE      Omitted
                                Or scorne or pittie on mee take
                                        [written in yet another hand]
nc        CT1.155, pp.243       HE      Omitted
                                Turne Turne thy beutius face away
                                        [different hand; [bottom 2/3 of page blank]
nc        CT1.156, pp.[244-246] HE      On a very deformed Gentlewoman / but of a voyce 
                                        incomparably sweet.
                                I chanc'd sweet Lesbia's voyce to heare 
                                        [in different hand; bottom half of p. 246 blank; at end of poem on 
                                        p. 246 printed is written in a different hand; poem has subs. 
                                        Tho: Randolph] 
nc        CT1.157, pp.247-250   HE      An Elegie.
                                Accept thou shrine of my dear|e| Saint,
                                        [same hand as pp. 244-46]