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