| | Front Matter |
| | Introductory: Go, bastard Orphan! Pack thee hence |
| Sonnet I. | Mistress! Behold, in this true speaking Glass |
| Sonnet II. | Whiles, with strong chains of hardy tempered steel |
| Sonnet III. | He, when continual vigil moved my Watch |
| Sonnet IV. | Laya, soon sounding out his nature throughly |
| Sonnet V. | It chanced, after, that a youthful Squire |
| Sonnet VI. | Him when I caught, what chains had I provided! |
| Sonnet VII. | Her love to me, She forthwith did impawn |
| Sonnet VIII. | Then to Parthenophe, with all post haste |
| Sonnet IX. | So did Parthenophe release mine Heart! |
| Sonnet X. | Yet give me leave, since all my joys be perished |
| Sonnet XI. | Why didst thou, then, in such disfigured guise |
| Madrigal 1. | O Powers Celestial! with what sophistry |
| Madrigal 2. | Might not this be for man’s more certainty |
| Sonnet XII. | Vext with th’assaults of thy conceivèd beauty |
| Sonnet XIII. | When none of these, my sorrows would allege |
| Madrigal 3. | Once in an arbour was my Mistress sleeping |
| Madrigal 4. | There, had my Zeuxis place and time, to draw |
| Sonnet XIV. | Then him controlling, that he left undone |
| Sonnet XV. | Where, or to whom, then, shall I make complaint? |
| Sonnet XVI. | Yea, that accursed Deed, before unsealed |
| Sonnet XVII. | How then succeedeth that, amid this woe |
| Sonnet XVIII. | Write! write! help! help, sweet Muse! and never cease! |
| Sonnet XIX. | Imperious Jove, with sweet lipped Mercury |
| Sonnet XX. | These Eyes (thy Beauty’s Tenants!) pay due tears |
| Sonnet XXI. | Yea, but uncertain hopes are Anchors feeble |
| Sonnet XXII. | From thine heart’s ever burning Vestal fire |
| Sonnet XXIII. | When, with the Dawning of my first delight |
| Sonnet XXIV. | These, mine heart-eating Eyes do never gaze |
| Sonnet XXV. | Then count it not disgrace! if any view me |
| Sonnet XXVI. | When lovely wrath, my Mistress’ heart assaileth |
| Sonnet XXVII. | Why do I draw this cool relieving air |
| Sonnet XXVIII. | So be my labours endless in their turns |
| Sonnet XXIX. | Bless still the myrrh tree, Venus! for thy meed! |
| Sonnet XXX. | So this continual fountain of my Tears |
| Sonnet XXXI. | I burn, yet am I cold! I am a cold, yet burn! |
| Sonnet XXXII. | Sarce twice seven times had Phœbus’ waggon wheel |
| Sonnet XXXIII. | Next, when the boundless fury of my sun |
| Sonnet XXXIV. | But when, in May, my world’s bright fiery sun |
| Sonnet XXXV. | Next, when my sun, by progress, took his hold |
| Sonnet XXXVI. | And thus continuing with outrageous fire |
| Sonnet XXXVII. | But Pity, which sometimes doth lions move |
| Sonnet XXXVIII. | When thine heart-piercing answers could not hinder |
| Sonnet XXXIX. | Then (from her Venus, and bright Mercury |
| Sonnet XL. | But, ah, my plague, through time’s outrage, increased! |
| Sonnet XLI. | When my sun, Cupid, took his next abiding |
| Sonnet XLII. | Pass all! Ah, no! No jot will be omitted |
| Sonnet XLIII. | Now in my Zodiac’s last extremest sign |
| Madrigal 5. | Such strange effects wrought by thought-wounding Cupid |
| Madrigal 6. | O why loved I? For love, to purchase hatred! |
| Madrigal 7. | Youth’s wanton Spring, when in the raging Bull |
| Madrigal 8. | Why am I thus in mind and body wounded? |
| Sonnet XLIV. | O dart and thunder! whose fierce violence |
| Sonnet XLV. | Sweet Beauty’s rose! in whose fair purple leaves |
| Sonnet XLVI. | Ah, pierce-eye piercing eye, and blazing light! |
| Sonnet XLVII. | Give me my Heart! For no man liveth heartless! |
| Sonnet XLVIII. | I wish no rich refined Arabian gold! |
| Sonnet XLIX. | Cool! cool in waves, thy beams intolerable |
| Sonnet L. | So warble out your tragic notes of sorrow |
| Sonnet LI. | Lame Consonants, of member-Vowels robbed! |
| Sonnet LII. | Methought, Calliope did from heaven descend |
| Madrigal 9. | For glory, pleasure, and fair flourishing |
| Madrigal 10. | Thou scaled my fort, blind Captain of Conceit! |
| Madrigal 11. | Thine Eyes, mine heaven! (which harbour lovely rest |
| Madrigal 12. | Like to the Mountains, are mine high desires |
| Sonnet LIII. | Why do I draw my breath, vain sighs to feed |
| Sonnet LIV. | When I was young, indued with Nature’s graces |
| Sonnet LV. | Nymphs, which in beauty mortal creatures stain |
| Sonnet LVI. | The Dial! love, which shews how my days spend |
| Sonnet LVII. | Thy beauty is the Sun, which guides my day |
| Sonnet LVIII. | Fair Clytie doth flourish with the Spring |
| Sonnet LIX. | Ah me! sweet beauty lost, returns no more |
| Sonnet LX. | Whilst some, the Trojan wars in verse recount |
| Sonnet LXI. | To none but to Prometheus, me compare! |
| Sonnet LXII. | Fie! fie, fierce Tyrant! Quench this furious rage! |
| Madrigal 13. | Soft, lovely, rose-like lips, conjoined with mine! |
| Madrigal 14. | Ah, ten times worse tormented than before! |
| Sonnet LXIII. | Jove for Europa’s love, took shape of Bull |
| Sonnet LXIV. | If all the Loves were lost, and should be found |
| Sonnet LXV. | O that I had no heart! as I have none |
| Sonnet LXVI. | Ah, sweet Content! where is thy mild abode? |
| Sonnet LXVII. | If Cupid keep his quiver in thine eye |
| Sonnet LXVIII. | Would GOD (when I beheld thy beauteous face |
| Sonnet LXIX. | The leafless branches of the lifeless boughs |
| Sonnet LXX. | What can these wrinkles and vain tears portend |
| Sonnet LXXI. | Those hairs of angels’ gold, thy nature’s treasure |
| Sonnet LXXII. | My Mistress’ beauty matched with the Graces’ |
| Sonnet LXXIII. | Why did rich Nature, Graces grant to thee? |
| Sonnet LXXIV. | Cease, over-tired Muses! to complain! |
| Sonnet LXXV. | Love is a name too lovely for the god! |
| Sonnet LXXVI. | Be blind, mine Eyes! which saw that stormy frown |
| Sonnet LXXVII. | How can I live in mind’s or body’s health |
| Sonnet LXXVIII. | The proudest Planet in his highest sphere |
| Sonnet LXXIX. | Covetous Eyes! What did you late behold? |
| Sonnet LXXX. | Long-wished for Death! sent by my Mistress’ doom |
| Sonnet LXXXI. | O kingly Jealousy! which canst admit |
| Sonnet LXXXII. | The Chariot, with the Steed is drawn along |
| Sonnet LXXXIII. | Dark Night! Black Image of my foul Despair! |
| Sonnet LXXXIV. | My sweet Parthenophe! within thy face |
| Sonnet LXXXV. | From East’s bed rosy, whence Aurora riseth |
| Sonnet LXXXVI. | O Fiery Rage! when wilt thou be consumed? |
| Sonnet LXXXVII. | Burn on, sweet Fire! For I live by that fuel |
| Sonnet LXXXVIII. | Within thine eyes, mine heart takes all his rest! |
| Sonnet LXXXIX. | What be those hairs dyed like the marigold? |
| Sonnet XC. | My Mistress’ Arms, are these; fair, clear, and bright |
| Sonnet XCI. | These bitter gusts, which vex my troubled seas |
| Sonnet XCII. | Wilt thou know wonders, by thy beauty wrought? |
| Sonnet XCIII. | Begs Love! which whilom was a deity? |
| Sonnet XCIV. | Forth from mine eyes, with full tide, flows a river |
| Sonnet XCV. | Thou bright beam-spreading Love’s thrice happy Star! |
| Sonnet XCVI. | The Sun in Pisces; Venus did intend |
| Sonnet XCVII. | O why should Envy, with sweet Love consort? |
| Sonnet XCVIII. | The Sun, my Lady’s Beauty represents! |
| Sonnet XCIX. | This careful head, with divers thoughts distressed |
| Sonnet C. | Pleading for pity to my Mistress’ eyes |
| Sonnet CI. | Had I been banished from the native soil |
| Sonnet CII. | Vain gallants! whose much longing spirits tickle |
| Madrigal 15. | Nature’s pride, Love’s pearl, Virtue’s perfection |
| Madrigal 16. | Sleep Phœbus still, in glaucy Thetis’ lap! |
| Madrigal 17. | Envious air, all Nature’s public nurse |
| Madrigal 18. | After Aurora’s blush, the sun arose |
| Madrigal 19. | Thy love’s conceits are wound about mine heart! |
| Madrigal 20. | My Love, alas, is sick! Fie, envious Sickness! |
| Sonnet CIII. | I slept, when (underneath a laurel shade |
| Madrigal 21. | When this celestial goddess had indued |
| Madrigal 22. | In centre of these Stars of Love |
| Madrigal 23. | Phœbus, rich father of eternal light! |
| Madrigal 24. | Thus, as She was, ’bove human glory graced |
| Madrigal 25. | Whiles these two wrathful goddesses did rage |
| Madrigal 26. | I dare not speak of that thrice holy hill |
| Sestine 1. | When I waked out of dreaming |
| Sonnet CIV. | Hold! matchless Mirror of all Womankind! |
| Elegy I. | Why did the milk, which first Alcides nourished |
| Elegy II. | O that, some time, thou saw mine endless fits |
| Elegy III. | Sweet thraldom, by Love’s sweet impression wrought |
| Elegy IV. | This day, sweet Mistress! you to me, did write |
| Elegy V. | Are you so waspish that, from time to time |
| Elegy VI. | Behold these tears, my love’s true tribute payment! |
| Elegy VII. | Youth, full of error! whither dost thou hail me? |
| Elegy VIII. | Cease, Sorrow! Cease, O cease thy rage a little! |
| Elegy IX. | With humble suit, upon my bended knee |
| Elegy X. | In quiet silence of the shady night |
| Elegy XI. | Was it decreed by Fate’s too certain doom |
| Elegy XII. | O never can I see that sunny light! |
| Elegy XIII. | Swift Atalanta (when she lost the prize |
| Elegy XIV. | When I remember that accursèd night |
| Elegy XV. | O dear remembrance of my Lady’s eyes |
| Elegy XVI. | Ah, were my tears, as many writers’ be |
| Elegy XVII. | Dear Mistress! than my soul, to me much dearer! |
| Elegy XVIII. | If neither Love, nor Pity can procure |
| Elegy XIX. | Dear Sorrow! Give me leave to breathe a while! |
| Elegy XX. | O dear vexation of my troubled soul! |
| Elegy XXI. | Happy! depart with speed! Than me, more fortunate ever! |
| Canzon 1. | All beauty’s far perfections rest in thee! |
| | The First Eidillion of Moschus describing Love |
| Sestine 2. | In sweetest pride of youthful May |
| Ode 1. | When I walk forth into the Woods |
| Ode 2. | Speak, Echo! tell |
| Canzon 2. | Sing! sing, Parthenophil! sing! pipe! and play! |
| Ode 3. | Upon a holy Saintès Eve |
| Ode 4. | Bacchus! Father of all sport! |
| Ode 5. | Parthenophe! See what is sent! |
| Ode 6. | O fair sweet glove! |
| Ode 7. | When I did think to write of war |
| Ode 8. | In a shady grove of myrtle |
| Ode 9. | Behold, out walking in these valleys |
| Ode 10. | Why doth heaven bear a sun |
| Ode 11. | Lovely Maya! Hermes’ mother |
| Sestine 3. | You loathed fields and forests |
| Ode 12. | One night, I did attend my sheep |
| Ode 13. | On the plains |
| Ode 14. | Hark! all you lovely Nymphs forlorn! |
| Ode 15. | Vulcan, in Lemnos Isle |
| Canzon 3. | Sweet is the golden Cowslip bright and fair! |
| Ode 16. | Before bright Titan raised his team |
| Sestine 4. | Echo! What shall I do to my Nymph, when I go to behold her? |
| Ode 17. | Carmen Anacreontium |
| Ode 18. | O that I could make her, whom I love best |
| Ode 19. | Why should I weep in vain, poor and remedyless? |
| Ode 20. | Asclepiad |
| Sonnet CV. | Ah me! How many ways have I assayed |
| Sestine 5. | Then, first, with locks dishevelled and bare |
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| [Dedicatory Sonnets] |
| To the Right Noble Lord Henry, Earl of Northumberland |
| To the Right Honourable, most renowned and valiant Robert, Earl of Essex and Ewe |
| To the Right Noble and virtuous Lord, Henry, Earl of Southampton |
| To the most virtuous, learned and beautiful Lady, Mary, Countess of Pembroke |
| To the right virtuous and most beautiful Lady, the Lady Strange |
| To the beautiful Lady, the Lady Bridget Manners |
