| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | Letters and lines we see are soon defaced | | 14 | 372 |
| 2: A Hymne To His Ladies Birth-Place | Couentry, that do'st adorne | | 68 | 541 |
| 3: A Skeltoniad | The Muse should be sprightly, | | 36 | 539 |
| 4: Among the Panegyrical Verses before Coryat's Crudities (1611). | Deare Tom, thy booke was like to come to light, | | 40 | 445 |
| 5: Amour 1 | Reade heere (sweet Mayd) the story of my wo, | | 14 | 454 |
| 6: Amour 10 | Oft taking pen in hand, with words to cast my woes, | | 14 | 465 |
| 7: Amour 11 | Thine eyes taught mee the Alphabet of loue, | | 14 | 429 |
| 8: Amour 12 | Some Atheist or vile Infidell in loue, | | 14 | 471 |
| 9: Amour 13 | Cleere Ankor, on whose siluer-sanded shore | | 14 | 455 |
| 10: Amour 14 | Looking into the glasse of my youths miseries, | | 14 | 483 |
| 11: Amour 15 | Now, Loue, if thou wilt proue a Conqueror, | | 18 | 442 |
| 12: Amour 16 | Vertues Idea in virginitie, | | 18 | 478 |
| 13: Amour 17 | If euer wonder could report a wonder, | | 14 | 445 |
| 14: Amour 18 | Some, when in ryme they of their Loues doe tell, | | 14 | 504 |
| 15: Amour 19 | If those ten Regions, registred by Fame, | | 14 | 450 |
| 16: Amour 2 | My fayre, if thou wilt register my loue, | | 14 | 476 |
| 17: Amour 20 | Reading sometyme, my sorrowes to beguile, | | 14 | 464 |
| 18: Amour 21 | Letters and lynes, we see, are soone defaced, | | 14 | 449 |
| 19: Amour 22 | My hart, imprisoned in a hopeless Ile, | | 14 | 475 |
| 20: Amour 23 | Wonder of Heauen, glasse of diuinitie, | | 14 | 506 |
| 21: Amour 24 | Our floods-Queene, Thames, for shyps and Swans is crowned, | | 14 | 445 |
| 22: Amour 25 | The glorious sunne went blushing to his bed, | | 14 | 452 |
| 23: Amour 26 | Cupid, dumbe-Idoll, peeuish Saint of loue, | | 14 | 475 |
| 24: Amour 27 | My Loue makes hote the fire whose heat is spent, | | 14 | 464 |
| 25: Amour 28 | Some wits there be which lyke my method well, | | 14 | 514 |
| 26: Amour 29 | O eyes! behold your happy Hesperus, | | 14 | 479 |
| 27: Amour 3 | My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue, | | 14 | 466 |
| 28: Amour 30 | Three sorts of serpents doe resemble thee; | | 14 | 455 |
| 29: Amour 31 | Sitting alone, loue bids me goe and write; | | 14 | 473 |
| 30: Amour 32 | Those teares, which quench my hope, still kindle my desire, | | 14 | 496 |
| 31: Amour 33 | Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight, | | 14 | 417 |
| 32: Amour 34 | My fayre, looke from those turrets of thine eyes, | | 14 | 476 |
| 33: Amour 35 | See, chaste Diana, where my harmles hart, | | 14 | 480 |
| 34: Amour 36 | Sweete, sleepe so arm'd with Beauties arrowes darting, | | 14 | 465 |
| 35: Amour 37 | I euer loue where neuer hope appeares, | | 14 | 435 |
| 36: Amour 38 | If chaste and pure deuotion of my youth, | | 14 | 470 |
| 37: Amour 39 | Die, die, my soule, and neuer taste of ioy, | | 14 | 476 |
| 38: Amour 4 | My faire, had I not erst adorned my Lute | | 14 | 454 |
| 39: Amour 40 | O thou vnkindest fayre! most fayrest shee, | | 14 | 470 |
| 40: Amour 41 | Rare of-spring of my thoughts, my dearest Loue, | | 14 | 559 |
| 41: Amour 42 | Plac'd in the forlorne hope of all dispayre | | 14 | 472 |
| 42: Amour 43 | Why doe I speake of ioy, or write of loue, | | 14 | 538 |
| 43: Amour 44 | My hart the Anuile where my thoughts doe beate, | | 14 | 551 |
| 44: Amour 45 | Blacke pytchy Night, companyon of my woe, | | 14 | 502 |
| 45: Amour 46 | Sweete secrecie, what tongue can tell thy worth? | | 14 | 527 |
| 46: Amour 47 | The golden Sunne vpon his fiery wheeles | | 14 | 582 |
| 47: Amour 48 | Who list to praise the dayes delicious lyght, | | 14 | 533 |
| 48: Amour 49 | Define my loue, and tell the ioyes of heauen, | | 14 | 534 |
| 49: Amour 5 | Since holy Vestall lawes haue been neglected, | | 14 | 492 |
| 50: Amour 50 | When I first ended, then I first began; | | 14 | 500 |
| 51: Amour 51 | Goe you, my lynes, Embassadours of loue, | | 14 | 554 |
| 52: Amour 6 | In one whole world is but one Phoenix found, | | 14 | 465 |
| 53: Amour 7 | Stay, stay, sweet Time; behold, or ere thou passe | | 14 | 507 |
| 54: Amour 8 | Vnto the World, to Learning, and to Heauen, | | 14 | 441 |
| 55: Amour 9 | Beauty sometime, in all her glory crowned, | | 14 | 476 |
| 56: An Amovret Anacreontick | Most good, most faire, Or Thing as rare, | | 44 | 509 |
| 57: An Elegie Vpon The Death Of The Lady Penelope Clifton | Must I needes write, who's hee that can refuse, | | 126 | 540 |
| 58: An Ode Written In The Peake | This while we are abroad, | | 42 | 541 |
| 59: From Annalia Dubrensia (1636). - TO MY NOBLE Friend Mr. ROBERT DOVER, on his braue annuall Assemblies vpon Cotswold. | Douer, to doe thee Right, who will not striue, | | 32 | 497 |
| 60: From Eclogue iij | O thou fayre siluer Thames: O cleerest chrystall flood, | | 72 | 492 |
| 61: From Eclogue ij | Tell me fayre flocke, (if so you can conceaue) | | 24 | 465 |
| 62: From Eclogue ij | Then this great Vniuerse no lesse, | | 20 | 465 |
| 63: From Eclogue ij | Vppon a bank with roses set about, | | 24 | 458 |
| 64: From Eclogue iv | Melpomine put on thy mourning Gaberdine, | | 54 | 469 |
| 65: From Eclogue ix | Gorbo, as thou cam'st this waye | | 48 | 493 |
| 66: From Eclogue ix | Tell me thou skilfull shepheards swayne, | | 28 | 459 |
| 67: From Eclogue ix | Of her pure eyes (that now is seen) | | 48 | 445 |
| 68: From Eclogue viij | Farre in the countrey of Arden | | 120 | 447 |
| 69: From Eclogue vij | Oh spightfull wayward wretched loue, | | 52 | 424 |
| 70: From Eclogue vij | Now fye vpon thee wayward loue, | | 61 | 464 |
| 71: From England's Helicon | Faire Loue rest thee heere, | | 60 | 438 |
| 72: From T. Morley's First Book of Ballets (1595). - Mr. M.D. to the Author. | Such was old Orpheus cunning, | | 9 | 419 |
| 73: His Defence Against The Idle Critick | The Ryme nor marres, nor makes, | | 48 | 489 |
| 74: Loves Conqvest | Wer't granted me to choose, | | 36 | 474 |
| 75: Nimphidia - The Covrt Of Fayrie | Olde CHAVCER doth of Topas tell, | | 705 | 466 |
| 76: Ode 8 | Singe wee the Rose Then which no flower there growes | | 54 | 491 |
| 77: Of His Ladies Not Comming To London | That ten-yeares-trauell'd Greeke return'd from Sea | | 104 | 513 |
| 78: Prefixed to Book ij. of Primaleon, &c. Translated by Anthony Munday (1619). - OF THE WORKE and Translation. | If in opinion of iudiciall wit, | | 10 | 431 |
| 79: Prefixed to Chapman's Translation of Hesiod's Georgics (1618). - To my worthy friend Mr. George Chapman, and his translated Hesiod. | Chapman; We finde by thy past-prized fraught, | | 34 | 474 |
| 80: Prefixed to Christopher Middleton's Legend of Humphrey Duke of Gloucester (1600). - To his friend, Master Chr. M. his Booke. | Like as a man, on some aduenture bound | | 14 | 384 |
| 81: Prefixed to John Davies of Hereford; Holy Roode (1609). - To M. IOHN DAVIES, my good friend. | Such men as hold intelligence with Letters, | | 14 | 432 |
| 82: Prefixed to Sir David Murray's Sophonisba &c. (1611). - To my kinde friend Da: Murray. | In new attire (and put most neatly on) | | 14 | 403 |
| 83: Prefixed to William Browne's Britannia's Pastorals (1613). - To his Friend the AVTHOR. | Driue forth thy Flocke, young Pastor, to that Plaine, | | 20 | 414 |
| 84: Sonet 1 | The worlds faire Rose, and Henries frosty fire, | | 14 | 509 |
| 85: Sonet 10 | Loue in an humor played the prodigall, | | 14 | 487 |
| 86: Sonet 11 To The Moone | Phæbe looke downe, and here behold in mee, | | 14 | 446 |
| 87: Sonet 12 | To nothing fitter can I thee compare, | | 14 | 449 |
| 88: Sonet 13 | You not alone, when you are still alone, | | 14 | 559 |
| 89: Sonet 14 To The Soule | That learned Father which so firmly proues | | 14 | 457 |
| 90: Sonet 2 To the Reader of his Poems | Into these loues who but for passion lookes, | | 14 | 464 |
| 91: Sonet 21 | You cannot loue my pretty hart, and why? | | 14 | 428 |
| 92: Sonet 22 | An euill spirit your beauty haunts me still, | | 14 | 484 |
| 93: Sonet 23 To The Spheares | Thou which do'st guide this little world of loue, | | 14 | 442 |
| 94: Sonet 24 | Love banish'd heauen, in earth was held in scorne, | | 14 | 469 |
| 95: Sonet 25 | O why should nature nigardly restraine, | | 14 | 492 |
| 96: Sonet 27 | I gaue my faith to Loue, Loue his to mee, | | 14 | 485 |
| 97: Sonet 29 To The Sences | When conquering loue did first my hart assaile, | | 14 | 439 |
| 98: Sonet 3 | Many there be excelling in this kind, | | 14 | 510 |
| 99: Sonet 30 To The Vestalls | Those Priests, which first the Vestall fire begun, | | 14 | 469 |
| 100: Sonet 31 | Me thinks I see some crooked Mimick ieere | | 14 | 493 |
| 101: Sonet 34 To Admiration | Maruaile not Loue, though I thy power admire, | | 14 | 451 |
| 102: Sonet 43 | Whilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee, | | 14 | 429 |
| 103: Sonet 44 | Muses which sadly sit about my chayre, | | 14 | 497 |
| 104: Sonet 45 | Thou leaden braine, which censur'st what I write, | | 14 | 485 |
| 105: Sonet 5 | My hart was slaine, and none but you and I, | | 14 | 502 |
| 106: Sonet 55 | Truce gentle loue, a parly now I craue, | | 14 | 484 |
| 107: Sonet 56 A Consonet | Eyes with your teares, blind if you bee, | | 14 | 443 |
| 108: Sonet 57 To Lucie Countesse of Bedford | Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good, | | 14 | 421 |
| 109: Sonet 58 To the Lady Anne Harington | Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind, | | 14 | 504 |
| 110: Sonet 8 | Nothing but no and I, and I and no, | | 14 | 646 |
| 111: Sonet 9 | Loue once would daunce within my Mistres eye, | | 14 | 436 |
| 112: Songs From The 'Shepherd's Garland' | The Gods delight, the heauens hie spectacle, | | 12 | 452 |
| 113: Sonnet 1 | Like an aduenturous Sea-farer am I, | | 14 | 459 |
| 114: Sonnet 12 To Lunacie | As other men, so I my selfe doe muse, | | 14 | 456 |
| 115: Sonnet 15 His Remedie for Loue | Since to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted, | | 14 | 457 |
| 116: Sonnet 17 | If hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire, | | 14 | 420 |
| 117: Sonnet 21 | A witlesse Gallant, a young Wench that woo'd, | | 14 | 646 |
| 118: Sonnet 25 To Folly | With fooles and children good discretion beares, | | 14 | 412 |
| 119: Sonnet 27 | I heare some say, this man is not in loue, | | 14 | 429 |
| 120: Sonnet 27 | Is not Loue here, as 'tis in other Clymes, | | 14 | 471 |
| 121: Sonnet 31 | To such as say thy loue I ouer-prize, | | 14 | 431 |
| 122: Sonnet 36 Cupid coniured | Thou purblind Boy, since thou hast been so slacke | | 14 | 444 |
| 123: Sonnet 41 | Deare, why should you commaund me to my rest | | 14 | 454 |
| 124: Sonnet 43 | Why should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace, | | 14 | 381 |
| 125: Sonnet 46 | Plain-path'd Experience the vnlearneds guide, | | 14 | 445 |
| 126: Sonnet 47 | In pride of wit, when high desire of fame | | 14 | 454 |
| 127: Sonnet 48 | Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know, | | 14 | 520 |
| 128: Sonnet 50 | As in some Countries far remote from hence, | | 14 | 425 |
| 129: Sonnet 51 | Calling to minde since first my loue begunne, | | 14 | 516 |
| 130: Sonnet 52 | What dost thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart, | | 14 | 430 |
| 131: Sonnet 57 | You best discern'd of my interior eies, | | 14 | 430 |
| 132: Sonnet 58 | In former times, such as had store of coyne, | | 14 | 421 |
| 133: Sonnet 58 To Prouerbe | As Loue and I, late harbour'd in one Inne, | | 14 | 350 |
| 134: Sonnet 6 | How many paltry, foolish, painted things, | | 14 | 478 |
| 135: Sonnet 61 | Since there 's no helpe, Come let vs kisse and part, | | 14 | 490 |
| 136: Sonnet 63 To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots | Not thy graue Counsells, nor thy Subiects loue, | | 14 | 405 |
| 137: Sonnet 66 To the Lady L.S. | Bright starre of Beauty, on whose eyelids sit, | | 14 | 423 |
| 138: Sonnet 8 | There's nothing grieues me, but that Age should haste, | | 14 | 433 |
| 139: Sonnets: Idea I | Like an adventurous sea-farer am I, | | 14 | 435 |
| 140: Sonnets: Idea II | My heart was slain, and none but you and I; | | 14 | 437 |
| 141: Sonnets: Idea III | Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, | | 14 | 446 |
| 142: Sonnets: Idea IV | Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit | | 14 | 445 |
| 143: Sonnets: Idea IX | As other men, so I myself do muse | | 14 | 522 |
| 144: Sonnets: Idea L | As in some countries far remote from hence, | | 14 | 437 |
| 145: Sonnets: Idea LI | Calling to mind since first my love begun, | | 14 | 453 |
| 146: Sonnets: Idea LII | What dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart, | | 14 | 519 |
| 147: Sonnets: Idea LIII Another To The River Ankor | Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore, | | 14 | 436 |
| 148: Sonnets: Idea LIV | Yet read at last the story of my woe, | | 14 | 474 |
| 149: Sonnets: Idea LIX To Proverbs | As Love and I late harboured in one inn, | | 14 | 423 |
| 150: Sonnets: Idea LV | My fair, if thou wilt register my love, | | 14 | 414 |
| 151: Sonnets: Idea LVI An Allusion To The Eaglets | When like an eaglet I first found my love, | | 14 | 433 |
| 152: Sonnets: Idea LVII | You best discerned of my mind's inward eyes, | | 14 | 389 |
| 153: Sonnets: Idea LVIII | In former times, such as had store of coin, | | 14 | 435 |
| 154: Sonnets: Idea LX | Define my weal, and tell the joys of heaven; | | 14 | 413 |
| 155: Sonnets: Idea LXI | Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part, | | 14 | 455 |
| 156: Sonnets: Idea LXII | When first I ended, then I first began; | | 14 | 432 |
| 157: Sonnets: Idea LXIII | Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave, | | 14 | 428 |
| 158: Sonnets: Idea V | Nothing but "No!" and "I!"[A] and "I!" and "No!" | | 14 | 416 |
| 159: Sonnets: Idea VI | How many paltry, foolish, painted things, | | 14 | 474 |
| 160: Sonnets: Idea VII | Love, in a humour, played the prodigal, | | 14 | 448 |
| 161: Sonnets: Idea VIII | There's nothing grieves me but that age should haste, | | 14 | 432 |
| 162: Sonnets: Idea X | To nothing fitter can I thee compare | | 14 | 454 |
| 163: Sonnets: Idea XI | You're not alone when you are still alone; | | 14 | 443 |
| 164: Sonnets: Idea XII To The Soul | That learned Father which so firmly proves | | 14 | 408 |
| 165: Sonnets: Idea XIV | If he, from heaven that filched that living fire, | | 14 | 434 |
| 166: Sonnets: Idea XIX To Humour | You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? | | 14 | 416 |
| 167: Sonnets: Idea XL | My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat, | | 14 | 425 |
| 168: Sonnets: Idea XLI Love's Lunacy | Why do I speak of joy or write of love, | | 14 | 429 |
| 169: Sonnets: Idea XLII | Some men there be which like my method well, | | 14 | 416 |
| 170: Sonnets: Idea XLIII | Why should your fair eyes with such sov'reign grace | | 14 | 418 |
| 171: Sonnets: Idea XLIV | Whilst thus my pen strives to eternise thee, | | 14 | 426 |
| 172: Sonnets: Idea XLIX | Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, | | 14 | 409 |
| 173: Sonnets: Idea XLV | Muses which sadly sit about my chair, | | 14 | 437 |
| 174: Sonnets: Idea XLVI | Plain-pathed experience, the unlearnèd's guide, | | 14 | 485 |
| 175: Sonnets: Idea XLVII | In pride of wit, when high desire of fame | | 14 | 442 |
| 176: Sonnets: Idea XLVIII | Cupid, I hate thee, which I'd have thee know; | | 14 | 436 |
| 177: Sonnets: Idea XV His Remedy For Love | Since to obtain thee nothing me will stead, | | 14 | 433 |
| 178: Sonnets: Idea XVI An Allusion To The Phoenix | Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round | | 14 | 438 |
| 179: Sonnets: Idea XVII To Time | Stay, speedy time! Behold, before thou pass | | 14 | 398 |
| 180: Sonnets: Idea XVIII To The Celestial Numbers | To this our world, to learning, and to heaven, | | 14 | 420 |
| 181: Sonnets: Idea XX | An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, | | 14 | 429 |
| 182: Sonnets: Idea XXI | A witless gallant a young wench that wooed | | 14 | 433 |
| 183: Sonnets: Idea XXII To Folly | With fools and children good discretion bears; | | 14 | 412 |
| 184: Sonnets: Idea XXIII | Love, banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn, | | 14 | 396 |
| 185: Sonnets: Idea XXIV | I hear some say, "This man is not in love!" | | 14 | 403 |
| 186: Sonnets: Idea XXIX To The Senses | When conquering love did first my heart assail, | | 14 | 383 |
| 187: Sonnets: Idea XXV | O, why should nature niggardly restrain | | 14 | 416 |
| 188: Sonnets: Idea XXVI To Despair | I ever love where never hope appears, | | 14 | 355 |
| 189: Sonnets: Idea XXVII | Is not love here as 'tis in other climes, | | 14 | 410 |
| 190: Sonnets: Idea XXVIII | To such as say thy love I overprize, | | 14 | 432 |
| 191: Sonnets: Idea XXX To The Vestals | Those priests which first the vestal fire begun, | | 14 | 417 |
| 192: Sonnets: Idea XXXI To The Critics | Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, | | 14 | 439 |
| 193: Sonnets: Idea XXXII To The River Ankor | Our floods' queen, Thames, for ships and swans is crowned, | | 14 | 441 |
| 194: Sonnets: Idea XXXIII To Imagination | Whilst yet mine eyes do surfeit with delight, | | 14 | 428 |
| 195: Sonnets: Idea XXXIV To Admiration | Marvel not, love, though I thy power admire, | | 14 | 432 |
| 196: Sonnets: Idea XXXIX | Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, | | 14 | 406 |
| 197: Sonnets: Idea XXXV To Miracle | Some misbelieving and profane in love, | | 14 | 424 |
| 198: Sonnets: Idea XXXVI Cupid Conjured | Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack | | 14 | 461 |
| 199: Sonnets: Idea XXXVII | Dear, why should you command me to my rest, | | 14 | 516 |
| 200: Sonnets: Idea XXXVIII | Sitting alone, love bids me go and write; | | 14 | 427 |
| 201: The Cryer | Good Folke, for Gold or Hyre, | | 23 | 431 |
| 202: The Heart | If thus we needs must goe, | | 48 | 457 |
| 203: The Mvses Elizivm | A Paradice on earth is found, | | 2625 | 458 |
| 204: The Qvest Of Cynthia | What time the groues were clad in greene, | | 232 | 384 |
| 205: The Sacrifice To Apollo | Priests of APOLLO, sacred be the Roome, | | 64 | 464 |
| 206: The Shepheards Sirena | DORILVS in sorrowes deepe, | | 383 | 419 |
| 207: To Cvpid | Maydens, why spare ye? | | 54 | 537 |
| 208: To Himselfe And The Harpe | And why not I, as hee That's greatest, if as free, | | 95 | 548 |
| 209: To His Coy Love | I pray thee leaue, loue me no more, | | 24 | 405 |
| 210: To His Rivall | Her lou'd I most, By thee that 's lost, | | 54 | 394 |
| 211: To His Valentine | Muse, bid the Morne awake, | | 72 | 377 |
| 212: To Master George Sandys Treasurer For The English Colony In Virginia | Friend, if you thinke my Papers may supplie | | 108 | 454 |
| 213: To Master William Ieffreys, Chaplaine To The Lord Ambassadour In Spaine | My noble friend, you challenge me to write | | 118 | 382 |
| 214: To My Most Dearely-Loued Friend Henery Reynolds Esquire, Of Poets & Poesie | My dearely loued friend how oft haue we, | | 202 | 403 |
| 215: To My Noble Friend Master William Browne, Of The Euill Time | Deare friend, be silent and with patience see, | | 137 | 453 |
| 216: To My Worthy Frend, Master John Sauage Of The Inner Temple | Vppon this sinfull earth | | 44 | 409 |
| 217: To Sir Walter Aston, Knight Of The Honourable Order Of The Bath, And My Most Worthy Patron | I will not striue m' inuention to inforce, | | 14 | 465 |
| 218: To The Cambro-Britans And Their Harpe, His Ballad Of Agincovrt | Faire stood the Wind for France, | | 120 | 459 |
| 219: To The Deere Chyld Of The Muses, And His Euer Kind MecæNas, Ma. Anthony Cooke, Esquire | Vovchsafe to grace these rude vnpolish'd rymes, | | 14 | 393 |
| 220: To The New Yeere | Rich Statue, double-faced, | | 84 | 419 |
| 221: To The Noble Lady, The Lady I.S. Of Worldly Crosses | Madame, to shew the smoothnesse of my vaine, | | 94 | 454 |
| 222: To The Reader Of These Sonnets | Into these loves who but for passion looks, | | 14 | 469 |
| 223: To The Viriginian Voyage | You braue Heroique minds, | | 72 | 454 |
| 224: Vpon The Death Of His Incomparable Friend Sir Henry Raynsford Of Clifford | Could there be words found to expresse my losse, | | 128 | 393 |
| 225: Vpon The Death Of Mistris Elianor Fallowfield | Accursed Death, what neede was there at all | | 62 | 428 |
| 226: Vpon The Death Of The Lady Olive Stanhope | Canst thou depart and be forgotten so, | | 72 | 403 |
| 227: Vpon The Noble Lady Astons Departure For Spaine | I many a time haue greatly marueil'd, why | | 102 | 421 |
| 228: Vpon The Three Sonnes Of The Lord Sheffield, Drowned In Hvmber | Light Sonnets hence, and to loose Louers flie, | | 86 | 422 |
