Here are listed errata and addenda for both DigitalDonne: the Online Variorum and the Variorum printed edition. The list will be expanded as errors are discovered and/or brought to our attention. As time permits, errata for DigitalDonne will be corrected and removed from this list.
Errata
The original foliation in H8 (Harvard MS Eng 966.7) skipped from 55 to 57, the number 56 having been omitted. We followed this original numbering in volumes previously published, believing that a page had been lost before the manuscript was bound. The library has since determined that nothing is missing from the artifact and has refoliated the artifact accordingly. The following list gives the current numbers for poems we have previously edited.
*[Philo]
          Philo, wt 12 yeares study hath beene griev'd
                    To be'vnderstood, when will he be beleevd?
To the Countesse of Salisbury
          ffayre Greate and Good, since seeing you wee see
                    What heauen can doe, what any earth can bee
                    Since now yor beauty shines (now when the sunne
                    Growne stale is to so low a vally[var:>valew<] runn
                    That his discheueld beames and scatterd fires
                    Serue but for Ladyes Periwiggs and Tyres
                    In louers sonnets) you come to repayre
                    Gods barke[Mvar:>>booke<<] of creatures, teaching what is fayre
[CW:Since___]
          Since now when all is witherd shrunk and dryd [p.232]
                    All vertue ebd out to a dead low Tyde
                    All the worlds frame beeing crumbled into Sand
                    Where every man thinkes by himselfe to stand
                    Integrity, frindship and confidence
                    (Ciments of Greatnesse) beeing vapourd thence
                    And narrow man beeing filld with little shares.
                    Court Citty Church are all shipps→>shopps< of small wares
                    All hauing blowne to sparkes theyr nobler fire
                    And drawne theyr sound Gold Ingott into wyre,
                    All trying by a loue of littlenesse
                    To make Abridgements, and to draw to lesse
                    Even that Nothing w.ch at first wee were.
                    Since in these things[Mvar:>>[trimmed]mes<<] yor greatnesse doth appeere
                    And that wee learne by it, that man, to get
                    Towards him that's infinite, must first bee greate.
                    Since in an Age so ill, as none is fitt
                    So much as to accuse, much lesse mend it
                    (ffor who can iudge or witnesse of these times
                    Where all alike are guilty of the crimes
                    When hee that would bee good is thought by all
                    A Monster, or at least fantasticall)
                    Since now you durst bee good, and that |I| doe
                    Discerne, by daring to contemplate you,
                    That there may bee degrees of fayre, greate, good
                    Through yor light, Largenesse, Vertue, vnderstood.
                    If in this sacrifice of mine bee showne
                    Any small sparke of these, call it yor owne.
                    And if things like this haue bin sayd by mee
                    Of others, call not that Idolatry.
                    ffor had god made man first, and man had seene
                    The third dayes fruits and flowers and various greene
[CW:Hee--]
*[Love's Exchange]
          Love any Deuill else but you
                    Would for a giuen soule giue somthing too
                    At Court yor fellows every day
                    Giue th' Art of riming, huntsmanshipp and play
                    ffor them who were theyr owne before
                    Onely I haue nothing wch. gaue more
                    But I am alas by beeing lowly lower
          I aske not Dispensation now
                    To falsify a teare or sigh or vowe
                    I doe not sue from thee to drawe
                    A non obstante on Natures lawe
                    These are prerogatiues, they inhere
                    In thee and thine, None should forsweare
                    Except that hee Loves Minion were
          Give mee thy weaknesse, make mee blind
                    Both wayes as thou and thine in eyes and mind,
                    Loue, let mee never knowe that this
                    Is loue, or that loue childish is
                    Let mee not knowe that others knowe
                    That shee knowes my payne, least that so
                    A tender shame make mee my owne new woe
          If thou giue nothing yet th'art iust
                    Because I would not thy first motions trust
                    Small Townes wch. stand stiff till greate shott
                    Enforce them by warrs law, condition not,
                    Such in loues warfare is my case
                    I may not article for grace
                    Hauing put Love at last to shew this face
          This face by wch hee could com̄and
                    And change th'Idolatry of any land
[CW:This face]
*[Lovers' Infiniteness]
          If yet I haue not all thy Loue
                    Deare I shall never haue it all
                    I cannot breath, one other sigh to moue,
                    Nor can intreate one other teare to fall
                    And All my treasure wch. should purchase thee
                    Sighs Teares and Oaths and Letters I haue spent
                    yet no more can bee due to mee
                    Then at the bargayne made was ment
                    If then thy gift of Loue were partiall
                    That some to mee, some should to others fall
                    Deare I shall never haue it all
          Or if then thou gau'st mee all
                    All was but All wch. thou hadst then
                    But if in thy hart since there bee, or shall
                    New loue created bee, by other men
                    Who haue theyr stocks intire and can, in teares
                    In sighs, in oaths, and letters out-bidd mee
                    This new loue may begett new feares
                    ffor this loue was not vowd by thee
                    And yet it was, thy gift beeing generall,
                    The ground thy heart was mine, what ever shall
                    Growe there, Deare, I should haue it all
          Yet I would not haue all yet
                    Hee that hath all can haue no more
                    And since my loue doth every day admitt
                    New growth thou shouldst haue new rewards in store
                    Thou canst not every day giue mee thy heart,
                    If thou canst giue it, then thou never gau'st it
                    Loues riddles are, that though thy heart depart
                    It stayes at home, and thou with loosing sau'st it
                    But wee will haue a way more liberall
                    Then changing hearts, to ioyne thē̄, so wee shall
                    Bee one, and One anothers All.
[CW:Deare loue - ]