DigitalDonne: the Online Variorum
First-Line Index to TT1
ms. Dalhousie I, Texas Tech University
Compiled by JoAnna Klein from the facsimile of Ernest W. Sullivan, II
In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form (nc = noncanonical; pr = prose), (b) a siglum-plus-ordinal-position item tag, (c) its location in the arifact (by folio or page nos.), and (d) diplomatic transcriptions of its heading (HE) and first line.
nc pr TT1.1, f. 1r-v HE %XThe ArtchBishopp %VGor: Abbotes to Kinge Iames ye first of Eng:| ffor as mutch as we doe firmely beleeue yt the Scriptures doe directly con= nc pr TT1.2, f. 2r-v HE %XHis ma:ties answere to ye presedent discourse.| To the first article yt ye scripture directlye or by consequence doth ff. 3-4v [blank] nc pr TT1.3, f. 5r-v HE [om] Conditor celi et terre, rex regum, et dominus dominantium, nc pr TT1.4, f. 6 HE [om] A sheilde of redd a crose of greine ff. 6v-8v [blank] nc TT1.5, f. 9r-v HE [om] My minde to me a kingdome is nc TT1.6, f. 10 HE %Xmr: Lamb: Cookes Epi: to his Bro: Hen: What shall I give thee beinge dead yt I nc TT1.7, ff. 10v-11 HE [om] Vnto that sparklinge witt that spiritt of fier nc TT1.8, f. 11 HE [om] How happie is he borne or tawghte, ff. 11v-15 [blank] nc f. 15v HE [om] The shippard Thirsis longed to die ElAnag TT1.9, f. 16r-6v HE [om] Marrye: and loue thy flauia for she Curse TT1.10, f. 17 HE %XA curse:| Whoever: guesses, thinkes, or dreames, hee knowes nc TT1.11, f. 17v HE [om] Bewayre fayre Mayd; of musicke courtiers oathes nc TT1.12, f. 17v HE [om] Lost Iewells may be recouered, virginitye neuer:| nc TT1.13, f. 18 HE [om] yst for a fauor, or for some dislike nc TT1.14, f. 18 HE %Xa songe: I die when as I doe not see nc TT1.15, f. 18 HE [om] Onste and no more, so sayd my love nc TT1.16, f. 18v HE [om] for a louinge constand harte nc TT1.17, f. 19 HE %Xa songe When my hart seemes most ingaged nc TT1.18, ff. 19v-20 HE [om] Some who the speakinge sparke of my first loue did spie f. 20v [blank] Sat3 TT1.19, ff. 21-22 HE %XSatire Kind pittie choakes my spleene braue scorne forbidds Sat4 TT1.20, ff. 22-24 HE [om] Well I may now receiue and die my sinne Sat5 TT1.21, ff. 24v-25 HE %XA Satire 3 Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe Muse nor they Sat2 TT1.22, ff. 25v-26v HE [om] Sir though (Igodthank god for itt I doe hate ElBrac TT1.23, f. 27r-v HE %XEligia. 1. Not that in colour it was like thy haire nc TT1.24, f. 28r-v HE %XA Paradoxe in praise of a painted face Not kisse? By loue I must and make Impression nc TT1.25, f. 29r-v HE %XA Verie woman Woman is a dowbakd man or shee ment nc pr TT1.26, f. 29v HE %XHer next part Her lightnes getts her to swimm att Topp of the Table nc pr TT1.27, f. 30 HE %XA good woman A good woman is a comfort like a man Shee lackes nc TT1.28, f. 30 HE %XThe Epitaph to Mr Ouerbu: wife The spann of my daies measured here I rest ElComp TT1.29, ff. 30v-31 HE %XEligia 2 As the sweet sweat of Roses in a still ElPerf TT1.30, f. 31r-v HE %XElegia 3. Once and but once found in thy company ElChange TT1.31, f. 32 HE %XEligia 4. Although thy hand and faith and good woorkes too ElWar TT1.32, f. 32v HE %XEligia 5 When I haue peace with thee warr other men ElBed TT1.33, f. 33 HE %XEligia 6 Come Madame come all rest my powers defie ElAut TT1.34, f. 33v HE Widdowe Her[LM] No spring nor summer beautie hath such grace nc TT1.35, ff. 34-36v HE [om] I knowe not how it comes to passe nc TT1.36, f. 36v HE %XLenvoy My maisters all that read this rime nc TT1.37, f. 37 HE [om] If any aske what Tarquin meant to mary nc TT1.38, f. 37 HE [om] It was a question in Harroldry nc TT1.39, f. 37v HE [om] Mris Attorney scorning long to brooke Storm TT1.40, f. 38r-v HE %XA Storme Thou wch art I (tis nothing to be soe Calm TT1.41, f. 39r-v HE %XA Calme Our storme is past and that stormes tirannous rage RWThird TT1.42, ff. 39v-40 HE [om] Like one who in her third widdowhood doth professe HWNews TT1.43, f. 40 HE [om] Here is no more newes then vertue I may as well nc TT1.44, f. 40v HE [om] Deare loue continue nice and chast nc TT1.45, f. 41 HE [om] Wonder of Beautie Goddesse of my sence nc TT1.46, f. 41 HE [om] ffaire Eies doe not thinke scorne to read of loue nc TT1.47, f. 41v HE %XAn Epistle to Mr Ben: Iohnson Ian 6 1603 | The state and mens affaires are the best plaies nc TT1.48, f. 42 HE %XAnother Epistle to Mr Ben: Iohnson Nov 9 1603 If great men wrong mee I will spare my selfe nc TT1.49, f. 42r-v HE %XAn Eligie to Mrs Boulstredd Shall I goe force an Eligie abuse nc TT1.50, ff. 42v-43 HE %XAn Eligie to Sr Thomas Roe 1603 Tell her if shee to hired seruantes shewe nc TT1.51, f. 43 HE %XElegia | True loue tindes witt but he whose witt doth mooue nc TT1.52, f. 43v-44 HE %XAn Elegie Come ffooles I feare you not all whom I owe Leg TT1.53, f. 44 HE %XElegie When I died last and deare I die Broken TT1.54, f. 44v HE %Eligie He is starke madd who euer saies nc TT1.55, f. 45 HE [om] Absence heare thou my protestation Twick TT1.56, f. 45r-v HE Twittnam Garden [LM] Blasted with sighes and svrrounded wth teares GoodM TT1.57, f. 45v HE [om] I wonder by my troth what thou and I LoveAlch TT1.58, f. 46 HE %XMummy Some that haue deeper diggd Loues mine then I Break TT1.59, f. 46 HE [om] T'is true t'is day what though itt bee SunRis TT1.60, f. 46v HE [om] Busie old foole vnrulie Sunn Lect TT1.61, ff. 46v-47 HE [om] Stand still and I will read to thee Triple TT1.62, f. 47 HE [om] I am two fooles I knowe Image TT1.63, f. 47v HE %XElegie Image of her whome I loue more then shee LovDiet TT1.64, ff. 47v-48 HE %XLoues Diett To what a cumbersome vnwildines ValMourn TT1.65, f. 48r-v HE %XElegie As vertuous men passe mildlie away Mark TT1.66, ff. 48v-49 HE %XAn Eligie vpon the death of the La: Markham Man is the world and death the Ocean BedfShe TT1.67, f. 49v HE %XAn Elegie to the La: Bedford Yow that shee and yow thats double shee BoulRec TT1.68, f. 50r-v HE %XAn Eligie vpon the death of Mris Boulstredd Death I recant and say vnsaid by mee BoulNar TT1.69, f. 51r-v HE %XAnother Eligie vpon the death of Mris Boulstredd Language thou art to narrow and too weake ElServe TT1.70, ff. 51v-52 HE Elegie [on right side of same line with BoulNar SS] Oh lett not mee serue so as those men serue Will TT1.71, f. 52r-v HE %XLoues Legacie Before I sigh my last gaspe lett mee breath nc TT1.72, ff. 52v-53 HE %XTo the Countesse of Rutland Madam / So may my verses pleasing bee ElExpost TT1.73, ff. 53v-54 HE %XElegie To make the doubt more cleare that no womans true SGo TT1.74, f. 54 HE %XA song Goe and catch a falling starr LovDeity TT1.75, f. 54v HE %XLoues Deitie I long to talke wth some old louers ghost Fun TT1.76, f. 54v-55 HE %XThe Funerall Who euer com**es to shrowd mee doe not harme LovUsury TT1.77, f. 55 HE [om] ffor euery houre that thou wilt spare me now Flea TT1.78, f. 55v HE [om] Marke butt this flea and marke in this Commun TT1.79, f. 55v-56 HE [om] Good wee must loue and must hate ill WomCon TT1.80, f. 56 HE [om] Now thou hast lou'd mee one whole day nc TT1.81, f. 56v HE [om] A fine yong Priest of kin to frier ffrapper nc TT1.82, f. 57 HE [om] A Taylour thought a man of vpright dealing nc TT1.83, f. 57 HE [om] The famous learned Tullie long agoe nc TT1.84, f. 57 HE [om] You wished me to take a wife faire rich & yong Faust TT1.85, f. 57 HE [om] faustinus keepes his sister & a whore nc TT1.86, ff. 57v-58 HE [om] Goe soule the bodies guest nc TT1.87, f. 58 HE [om] Emelia embraceing many guifts and loues nc TT1.88, f. 58 HE %XThe fruites of a good conscience To shine in silke and glister all in gold nc TT1.89, ff. 58v-60v HE %XThe Remedy of Loue When Loue did read the title of my booke nc TT1.90, ff. 60v-62 HE %XThe second part of the Remedy of Loue. Hitherto haue I breathd now will I bring nc TT1.91 f. 62v HE [om] Dido was the Carthage Queene nc TT1.92 f. 62v HE [om] Dido wept but what of this nc TT1.93 f. 63 HE %XAn epitath: Heire lyes an honest cobler whom curst fate f. 63v [blank] nc TT1.94 ff. 64-65 HE %XAn Elegie upon the death of the / %XLate Lord Howard Baron of Effing= / %X=ham dead, the 10. Dec: 1615. I did not know the lord, nor doe I striue nc TT1.95 ff. 65v-67 HE %XOn the Duke of Richmonds / %Xfate an Elegie:| It was the morne that ushered that blest day ff. 67v-69v [blank]