My pen! take pain a little space, 100.

Nature, that gave the bee so feat a grace, 175.
Now must I learn to live at rest, 124.

Now all of change, 145.

Of Carthage he that worthy warrior, 175.
Of deep secrets, that David there did sing, 222.
Of few words, Sir, you seem to be, 181.

Of purpose Love chose first for to be blind, 168.
O goodly hand, 62.

Oh! happy are they that have forgiveness got, 211.
O Lord! since in my mouth thy mighty name, 206.
O Lord! as I have thee both pray'd and pray, 215.
O! miserable sorrow, withouten cure, 127.
Once, as methought, fortune me kiss'd, 30.

Pass forth, my wonted cries, 40.
Patience for my device, 83.

Patience! though I have not, 84.

Patience of all my smart, 85.

Patience! for I have wrong, 148.

Perdie! I said it not, 48.

Process of time worketh such wonder, 87.

Resound my voice, ye woods, that hear me plain, 33.
Right true it is, and said full yore ago, 172.

Rue on me, Lord, for thy goodness and grace, 219.

She sat, and sewed, that hath done me the wrong, 173.
Sighs are my food, my drink are my tears, 176.

Since love is such as that ye wot, 121.

Since love will needs that I shall love, 51.

Since so ye please to hear me plain, 124.

Since you will needs that I shall sing, 130.

Since ye delight to know, 73.

So feeble is the thread, that doth the burden stay, 157.
Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight, 7.

Sometime I sigh, sometime I sing, 115.

Sometime I fled the fire, that me so brent, 174.

Speak thou and speed where will or power ought helpeth, 185. Spite hath no power to make me sad, 138.

Stand, whoso list, upon the slipper wheel, 178.

Such is the course that nature's kind hath wrought, 11. Such hap as I am happed in, 74.

Such vain thought as wonted to mislead me, 3.

Sufficed not, Madam, that you did tear, 182.

Tagus, farewell, that westward with thy streams, 176.

Take heed by time, lest ye be spied, 101.

Tangled I was in Love's snare, 141.

That time that mirth did steer my ship, 112.
The answer that ye made to me, my dear, 46.
The enemy of life, decayer of all kind, 172.
The furious gun in his most raging ire, 174.
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast, 16.
The fruit of all the service that I serve, 127.
The heart and service to you proffer'd, 106.
The joy so short, alas! the pain so near, 133.
The knot which first my heart did strain, 116.
The lively sparks that issue from those eyes, 3.
The long love that in my thought I harbour, 1.
The pillar perish'd is whereto I leant, 17.
There was never nothing more me pained, 58.
The restful place, renewer of my smart, 32.
The wand'ring gadling in the summer tide, 171.
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, 81.
This song ended, David did stint his voice, 214.

This word, Redeem, that in his mouth did sound, 229.
Tho' I cannot your cruelty constrain, 86.
Thou hast no faith of him that hath none, 28.

Though I myself be bridled of my mind, 20.
Though this the port, and I thy servant true, 61.
Throughout the world if it were sought, 179.
Thus lieth the dead, that whilome lived here, 238.
To cause accord, or to agree, 81.

To rail or jest, ye know I use it not, 21.

To seek each where where man doth live, 57.

To wish, and want, and not obtain, 76.

To wet your eye withouten tear, 103.

Unstable dream, according to the place, 4.
Under this stone there lieth at rest, 237.
Unwarily so was never no man caught, 47.

Venomous thorns that are so sharp and keen, 177.
Vulcan begat me, Minerva me taught, 169.

Was never file yet half so well yfiled, 2.

What death is worse than this, 82.

What needs these threatening words and wasted wind 171. What no, perdie! ye may be sure, 26.

What meaneth this! when I lie alone, 107.

What rage is this? what furor? of what kind, 52.

What vaileth truth, or by it to take pain, 22.

What man heard such cruelty before, 173.

What should I say, 136.

What word is that, that changeth not, 184.

When David had perceived in his breast, 227.

When Dido feasted the wandering Trojan knight, 163.
When first mine eyes did view and mark, 50.
Where shall I have at mine own will, 34.
Whoso hath seen the sick in his fever, 210.

Will ye see what wonders Love hath wrought, 148.
Whoso list to hunt? I know where is an hind, 18.
Within my breast I never thought it gain, 181.

Ye know my heart, my Lady dear, 128.
Ye old mule! that think yourself so fair, 25.

Ye that in love find luck and sweet abundance, 5.
Yet was I never of your love aggrieved, 1.
Your looks so often cast, 41.