J

First-Line Index to J

Robert Anderson, ed., The Poetical Works of Dr. John Donne. In vol. 4 of
A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain (1793)

Compiled February 2014 by Danielle Lake

with assistance from Tracy McLawhorn

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form (nc = noncanonical), (b) its location in the artifact (by page nos.), and (c) diplomatic transcriptions of its heading (HE) and first line. Generic section headings appear as given in the volume.

This index last corrected 2-26-14.

SATIRES.
Sat1 pp. 8-9 
HE     Satire I
Away! thou changeling motely humourist;
Sat2 pp. 9-10 HE   Satire II.
Sir, though (I thank God for it) I do hate
Sat3 pp. 10-11 HE   Satire III.
Kind pity checks my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Sat4 pp. 11-13 HE   Satire IV.
Well; I may now receive and die. My sin
Sat5 pp. 13 HE   Satire V.
Thou shalt not laugh, in this leaf, Muse! nor they
nc p. 14 HE   Satire VI.
Men write that love and reason disagree,
EPITHALAMIONS: OR, MARRIAGE SONGS.
EpEliz pp. 15-16 HE   An Epithalamion /On Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhine, and Lady /Elizabeth,
   being married on St Valentine’s Day.
Hail, Bishop Valentine! whose day this is,
EpLin pp. 16-17 HE   Epithalamion /Made at Lincoln’s Inn.
The sun-beams in the East are spread,
EcLog pp. 18-20 HE   Eclogue. /December 26. 1613.
Unseasonable man! statue of ice!
HOLY SONNETS.
HSMade p. 21 HE   I.
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
HSDue p. 21 HE   II.
As due by many titles, I resign
HSSighs p. 21 HE   III.
Oh! might these sighs and tears return again
HSBlack p. 21 HE   IV.
Oh! my black soul! now thou art summoned
HSLittle p. 21 HE   V.
I am a little world, made cunningly
HSScene pp. 21-22 HE   VI.
This is my play’s last scene; here Heavens appoint
HSRound p. 22 HE
VII.At the round earth’s imagin’d corners blow
HSSouls p. 22 HE   VIII.
If faithful souls be alike glorify’d
HSMin p. 22 HE   IX.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
HSDeath p. 22 HE   X.
Death! be not proud, though some have called thee
HSSpit p. 22 HE   XI.
Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side,
HSWhy p. 22 HE   XII.
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
HSWhat pp. 22-23 HE   XIII.
What if this present were the world’s last night?
HSBatter p. 23 HE   XIV.
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
HSWilt p. 23 HE   XV.
Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest,
HSPart p. 23 HE   XVI.
Father, part of his double interest
nc p. 23 HE   Ode.
Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till
POEMS, SONGS, SONNETS.
Flea p. 24 HE   The Flea.
Mark but this Flea, and mark, in this,
GoodM p. 24 HE   The Good-Morrow.
I wonder, by my troth! what thou and I
SGo p. 24 HE   Song.
Go, and catch a falling star,
WomCon p. 25 HE   Woman’s Constancy.
Now thou hast lov’d me one whole day,
Under p. 25 HE   The Undertaking.
I have done one braver thing
SunRis p. 25 HE   The Sun Rising.
Busy old fool! unruly Sun!
Ind pp. 25-26 HE   The Indifferent.
I call love both fair and brown;
LovUsury p. 26 HE   Love’s Usury.
For every hour that thou wilt spare me now
Canon p. 26 HE   Canonization.
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Triple p. 26 HE   The Triple Fool.
I am two fools, I know,
LovInf pp. 26-27 HE   Lover’s Infiniteness.
If yet I have not all thy love,
SSweet p. 27 HE   Song.
Sweetest Love! I do not go
Leg p. 27 HE   The Legacy.
When last I dy’d (and, Dear! I die
Fever pp. 27-28 HE   A Fever.
Oh! do not die, for I shall hate
Air p. 28 HE   Air and Angels.
Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee
Break(a) p. 28 HE   Break of Day.
Stay, O Sweet! and do not rise,
Break(b) p. 28 HE   [om]
‘Tis true, ‘t is day; what thoough it be?
Anniv p. 28 HE   The Anniversary.
All kings, and all their favourites,
ValName pp. 28-29 HE   A Valediction /Of my Name in the Window.
My name, engrav’d herein,
Twick p. 29 HE   Twicknam Garden.
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
ValBook pp. 29-30 HE   Valediction to His Book.
I’ll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt do
Commun p. 30 HE   Community.
Good we must love, and must hate ill,
LovGrow p. 30 HE   Love’s Growth.
I scarce believe my love to be so pure
LovExch pp. 30-31 HE   Love’s Exchange.
Love! any devil else but you
ConfL p. 31 HE   Confined Love.
Some man, unworthy to be possessor
Dream p. 31 HE   The Dream.
Dear Love! for nothing less than thee
ValWeep pp. 31-32 HE   A Valediction of Weeping.
Let me pour forth
LovAlch p. 32 HE   Love’s Alchymy.
Some that have deeper digg’d Love’s mine than I,
Curse p. 32 HE   The Curse.
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
Mess p. 32 HE   The Message.
Send home my long-stray’d eyes to me,
Noct pp. 32-33 HE   A Nocturnal /Upon S. Lucie’s day, being the shortest day.
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,
Witch p. 33 HE   Witchcraft by a Picture.
I fix mine eye on thine, and there,
Bait p. 33 HE   The Bait.
Come, live with me, and be my love,
Appar p. 33 HE   The Apparition.
When by thy scorn, O, Murd’ress! I am dead,
Broken p. 34 HE   The Broken Heart.
He is stark mad whoever says
ValMourn p. 34 HE   A Valediction, /Forbidding Mourning.
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
Ecst pp. 34-35 HE   The Ecstasy.
Where, like a pillow on a bed,
LovDeity p. 35 HE   Love’s Deity.
I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost,
LovDiet p. 35 HE   Love’s Diet.
To what a cumbersome unwieldiness
Will p. 36 HE   The Will.
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe
Fun p. 36 HE   The Funeral.
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Blos pp. 36-37 HE   The Blossom.
Little think’st thou, poor Flow’r!
Prim p. 37 HE   The Primrose. /Being at Mountgomery Castle. /Upon the hill on which it is situate.
Upon this Primrose hill
Relic p. 37 HE   The Relic.
When my grave is broke up again,
Damp pp. 37-38 HE   The Damp.
When I am dead, and doctors know not why,
Dissol p. 38 HE   The Dissolution.
She’s dead! and all which die
Jet p. 38 HE   A Jet Ring Sent.
Thou art not so black as my heart,
NegLove p. 38 HE   Negative Love.
I never stoop’d so low as they
Prohib p. 38 HE   The Prohibition.
Take heed of loving me,
Expir pp. 38-39 HE   The Expiration.
So, go break off this last lamenting kiss,
Compu p. 39 HE   The Computation.
From my first twenty years, since yesterday,
Para p. 39 HE   The Paradox.
No lover saith I love, nor any other
nc p. 39 HE   Song.
Soul’s joy, now I am gone,
Fare p. 39 HE   Farewell to Love.
Whilst yet to prove
nc pp. 39-40 HE   Song.
Dear Love! continue nice and chaste,
Lect p. 40 HE   A Lecture Upon the Shadow.
Stand still, and I will read to thee
Token p. 40 HE   The Token.
Send me some Tokens that my hope may live,
DIVINE POEMS, &C.
Cor1 p. 41 HE   I. La Corona.
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and /praise,
Cor2 p. 41 HE   II. Annunciation.
“Salvation to all that will is nigh;”
Cor3 p. 41 HE   III. Nativity.
“Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,”
Cor4 p. 41 HE   IV. Temple.
“With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe,”
Cor5 p. 41 HE   V. Miracles.
“By miracles exceeding power of man”
Cor6 p. 42 HE   VI. Resurrection.
“Moist with one drop of thy blood my dry soul,”
Cor7 p. 42 HE   VII. Ascension.
“Salute the last and everlasting day;”
nc p. 42 HE   On the Blessed Virgin Mary.
In that, O Queen of queens! thy birth was free
Cross p. 42 HE   The Cross.
Since Christ embrac’d the Cross itself, dare I,
nc p. 43 HE   Psalm CXXXVII.
By Euphrate’s flow’ry side
Res p. 43 HE   Resurrection, Imperfect.
Sleep, sleep, old Sun! thou canst not have repast
prose (Ham ltr) p. 43 HE   To Sir Robert Carr.
Sir, /I presume you rather try what you can do in me
Ham p. 44 HE   An Hymn /To the Saints, and to Marquis Hamilton.
Whether that soul, which now comes up to you,
Annun p. 44 HE   The/ Annunciation and Passion.
Tamely, frail flesh! abstain to-day; to-day
Goodf pp. 44-45 HE   Good-Friday, 1613. /Riding Westward.
Let man’s soul be a sphere, and then in this
Lit pp. 45-47 HE   The Litany.
Father of heav’n, and him by whom
Sidney pp. 47-48 HE   Upon the Translation of the Psalms, /By Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke.
Eternal God! (for whom whoever dare
Christ p. 48 HE   A Hymn to Christ, /At the Author’s last going into Germany.
In what torn ship soever I embark,
nc p. 48 HE   On the Sacrament.
He was the Word that spake it,
Lam pp. 48-52 HE   The Lamentation of Jeremy, /For the most part according to Tremellius.
How sits this city, late most populous,
Sickness p. 52 HE   Hymn to God, My God, /In my Sickness.
Since I am coming to that holy room
Father p. 52 HE   A Hymn to God the Father.
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
prose (Metem ltr) p. 53 HE   Metempsychosis./Poema Satyricon. /Epistle.
Others at the porches
Metem pp. 54-59 HE   The Progress of the Soul.
I sing the Progress of a deathless Soul,
nc p. 59 HE   In Sacram Anchoram Piscatoris, /G. Herbert.
Quod crux nequibat fixa, clavique additi,
GHerb p. 59 HE   To Mr. George Herbert, /Sent him with one of my Seals of the Anchor and Christ.
Qui priùs assuetus Serpentum fasce tabellas
GHerb-trans p. 59 HE   A sheaf of Snakes used heretofore to be my Seal, the /crest of our poor family.
Adopted in God’s family, and so
Gaz pp. 59-60 HE   Translated out of Gazæus. /Vota Amico facta. Fol. 160.
God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee /mine,
SelfL p. 60 HE   [om]
He that cannot choose but love,
ElVar p. 60 HE   [om]
The heavens rejoice in motion; why should I
EPIGRAMS.
Hero p. 61 HE   Hero and Leander.
Both robb’d of air, we both lie in one ground;
Pyr p. 61 HE   Pyramus and Thisbe.
Two by themselves each other love and fear;
Niobe p. 61 HE   Niobe.
By children’s births and death I am become
Ship p. 61 HE   A Burnt Ship.
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
Wall p. 61 HE   Fall of a Wall.
Under an under-min’d and shot-bruis’d wall
Beggar p. 61 HE   A Lame Beggar
I am unable, yonder Beggar cries,
SelfAc p. 61 HE   A Self Accuser.
Your mistress that you follow whores still taxeth /you;
Licent p. 61 HE   A Licentious Person.
Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call;
Antiq p. 61 HE   Antiquary.
If in his study he hath so much care
Disinher p. 61 HE   Disinherited.
Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Phrine p. 61 HE   Phryne.
Thy flattering picture,Phyrne is like to thee
Philo p. 61 HE   An Obscure Writer.
Philo with twelve years’ study hath been griev’d
Klock p. 61 HE   [om]
Klockius so deeply ‘ath sworn ne’er more to /come,
Martial p. 61 HE   Raderus.
Why this man gelded Martial I amuse,
Merc p. 61 HE   Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus.
Like Æsop’s fellow-slaves, O Mercury!
Ralph p. 61 HE   [om]
Compassion in the world again is bred:
ELEGIES.
ElJeal p. 62 HE   Elegy I.
Jealousy.Fond woman! which wouldst have thy husband /die,
ElAnag pp. 62-63 HE   Elegy II.
The Anagram.Marry and love thy Flavia, for she
ElChange p. 63 HE   Elegy III.
Change.Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,
ElPerf p. 63 HE   Elegy IV.
The Perfume.Once, and but once, found in thy company,
ElPict pp. 63-64 HE   Elegy V.
His Picture.Here, take my Picture; though I bid farewell:
ElServe p.64 HE   Elegy VI.
Oh! let me not serve so as those men serve
ElNat p. 64 HE   Elegy VII.
Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
ElComp pp. 64-65 HE   Elegy VIII.
The Comparison.As the sweet sweat of roses in a still,
ElAut p. 65 HE   Elegy IX. /The Autumnal.
No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
Image p. 65 HE   Elegy X. /The Dream.
Image of her whom I love more than she
BoulNar p. 66 HE   Elegy XI. /Death.
Language! thou art too narrow and too weak
ElBrac pp. 66-67 HE   Elegy XII. /Upon the loss of his mistress’s chain, for which he made /satisfaction.
Not that in colour it was like thy hair,
nc pp. 67-68 HE   Elegy XIII.
Come, Fates! I fear you not: all whom I owe
ElPart p. 68 HE   Elegy XIV. /His Parting from Her.
Since she must go and I must mourn, come, /Night!
Julia pp. 68-69 HE   Elegy XV. /Julia.
Hark, news: O Envy! thou shalt hear descry’d
Citizen p. 69 HE   Elegy XVI. /A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife.
I sing no harm, good sooth, to any wight,
ElExpost pp. 69-70 HE   Elegy XVII. /The Expostulation.
To make the doubt clear, that no woman’s true,
ElProg pp. 70-71 HE   Elegy XVIII.
Whoever loves, if he do not propose
ElBed p. 71 HE   To His Mistress Going to Bed.
Come, Madam! come; all rest my powers defy;
FUNERAL ELEGIES.
Praise p. 72 HE   The First Anniversary. /To the Praise of the Dead, and the Anatomy.
Well dy’d the world, that we might live to see
FirAn pp. 73-76 HE   An Anatomy of the World. /The First Anniversary.
When that rich soul, which to her heav’n is /gone,
FunEl pp. 76-77 HE   A Funeral Elegy.’
Tis loss to trust a tomb with such a guest,
Harb pp. 77-78 HE   The Second Anniversary. /The Harbinger to the Progress.
Two Souls move here, and mine (a third) must /move
SecAn pp. 78-82 HE   On the Progress of the Soul. /The Second Anniversary.
Nothing could make me sooner to confess
EPICEDES AND OBSEQUIES /UPON THE DEATHS OF THE SUNDRY PERSONAGES.
Henry pp. 83-84 HE   An Elegy /On the /Untimely Death of The Incomparable Prince Henry.
Look to me, Faith! and look to my faith, God,
prose (Har ltr) p. 84 HE   To the Countess of Bedford.
Madam, /I have learned
Har pp. 84-86 HE   Obsequies /On the Lord Harrington, &c. /To the Countess of Bedford.
Fair Soul! which wast not only, as all souls be,
Mark pp. 86-87 HE   An Elegy /On the Lady Markham.
Man is the world, and death the ocean,
BoulRec p. 87 HE   Elegy on Mrs. Boulstred.
Death! I recant, and say, unsaid by me
nc pp. 87-88 HE   Elegy on Mrs. Boulstred.
Death! be not proud; thy hand gave not this /blow;
ElFatal p. 88 HE   Elegy on his Mistress.
By our first strange and fatal interview,
BedfCab(a) p. 88 HE   On Himself.
My fortune and my choice this custom break,
BedfCab(b) pp. 88-89 HE   Elegy.
Madam, /That I might make your cabinet my tomb,
Sorrow p. 89 HE   Elegy on the Lord.
C.Sorrow, that to this house scarce knew the way,
Storm p. 90 HE   The Storm. /To Mr. Christopher Brook, /From the Island Voyage with the Earl of Essex.
Thou, which art I, (‘t is nothing to be so)
Calm p. 91 HE   The Calm.
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage
HWKiss pp. 91-92 HE   To Sir Henry Wotton.
Sir, more than kisses letters mingle souls,
HWNews p. 92 HE   To Sir Henry Wotton.
Here’s no more news than virtue; I may as well
HWVenice p. 92 HE   To Sir Henry Wotton, /At his going Ambassador to Venice.
After those rev’rend papers, whose soul is
HG pp. 92-93 HE   To Sir Henry Goodere.
Who makes the last a pattern for next year,
RWThird p. 93 HE   To Mr. Rowland Woodward.
Like one who in her third widowhood doth profess
BedfReas pp. 93-94 HE   To the Countess of Bedford.
Madam, /Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right;
BedfRef p. 94 HE   To the Countess of Bedford.
Madam, /You have refin’d me, and to worthiest things;
BedfWrit pp. 94-95 HE   To the Countess of Bedford.
To have written then, when you writ, seem’d /to me
BedfTwi pp. 95-96 HE   To the Countess of Bedford, /On New Year’s Day.
This twilight of two years, not past nor next,
BedfHon p. 96 HE   To the Countess of Bedford.
Honour is so sublime perfection,
BedfDead pp. 96-97 HE   To The Countess of Bedford. /Begun in France, but never perfected.
Though I be dead and buried, yet I have
BedfShe p. 97 HE   To the Lady Bedford.
You, that are she and you, that’s double she,
EdHerb p. 97 HE   To Sir Edward Herbert, /Since Lord Herbert of Cherbury, /Being at the Siege of Juliers.
Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded be;
HuntMan pp. 97-98 HE   To the Countess of Huntingdon.
Madam, /Man to God’s image, Eve to man’s, was made,
HuntUn pp. 98-99 HE   To the /Countess of Huntingdon.
That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime
TWHail pp. 99-100 HE   To Mr. J. W.
All hail, sweet Poet! and full of more strong fire
TWHarsh p. 100 HE   To Mr. T. W.
Haste thee, harsh Verse! as fast as thy lame mea\sure
TWPreg p. 100 HE   To Mr. T. W.
Pregnant again with th’ old twins, Hope and \Fear,
TWHence p. 100 HE   Incerto.
At once from hence my lines and I depart,
CB p. 100 HE   To Mr. C. B.
Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchain,
SB p. 100 HE   To Mr. S. B.
O thou! which to search out the secret parts
BB pp. 100-01 HE   To Mr. B. B.
Is not thy sacred hunger of science
RWSlumb p. 101 HE   To Mr. R. W.
If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,
ILRoll p. 101 HE   To MR. J. L.
Of that short roll of friends writ in my heart,
ILBlest p. 101 HE   To Mr. J. P..
Blest are your north parts, for all this long time
MHPaper pp. 101-02 HE   To Mrs. M. H.
Mad Paper! stay, and grudge not here to burn
ED p. 102 HE   To E. of D. /With six Holy Sonnets.
See, Sir, how as the sun’s hot masculine flame
nc p. 102 HE   A Dialogue Between /Sir H. Wotton and Mr. Donne.
If her disdain least change in you can move,
Carey pp. 102-03 HE   A Letter to the Lady Carey, and /Mrs. Essex Riche, /From Amyens.
Madam, /Here, where by all all saints invoked are,
Sal pp. 103-04 HE   To the Countess of Salisbury. /August, 1614.
Fair, great, and good! since seeing you we see
Sappho p. 104 HE   Sappho to Philænis.
Where is that holy fire which verse is said
nc pp. 104-05 HE   To Ben. Jonson. /Jan. 6. 1603.
The state and men’s affairs are the best plays
nc p. 105 HE   To Ben. Jonson. /9 Novembris, 1603.
If great men wrong me I will spare myself;
Amic p. 105 HE   Amicissimo et meritissimo /Benj. Jonson. /In Volponem.
Quod arte ausus es hic tuâ, Poeta,
nc p. 105 HE   To Sir Tho. Rowe, 1603.
Dear Tom, /Tell her, if she to hired servants show
  
Libro pp. 105-06 HE   De Libro cum mutaretur, Impresso, Domi à pueris frustratim lacerto, et
post reddito Manuscripto. /Doctissimo Amicissimoque Viro D. D.Andrews.
Parturiunt madido quæ nixu præla, recepta;
Tilman p. 106 HE   To Mr. Tilman, /After he had taken Orders.
Thou, whose diviner soul hath caus’d thee now
Coryat pp. 106-07 HE   Upon /Mr. Tho. Coryat’s Crudities.
Oh! to what height will love of greatness drive