| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | | Letters and lines we see are soon defaced | | 14 | 361 |
| 2: | A Hymne To His Ladies Birth-Place | Couentry, that do'st adorne | | 68 | 499 |
| 3: | A Skeltoniad | The Muse should be sprightly, | | 36 | 488 |
| 4: | Among the Panegyrical Verses before Coryat's Crudities (1611). | Deare Tom, thy booke was like to come to light, | | 40 | 411 |
| 5: | Amour 1 | Reade heere (sweet Mayd) the story of my wo, | | 14 | 418 |
| 6: | Amour 10 | Oft taking pen in hand, with words to cast my woes, | | 14 | 417 |
| 7: | Amour 11 | Thine eyes taught mee the Alphabet of loue, | | 14 | 397 |
| 8: | Amour 12 | Some Atheist or vile Infidell in loue, | | 14 | 432 |
| 9: | Amour 13 | Cleere Ankor, on whose siluer-sanded shore | | 14 | 415 |
| 10: | Amour 14 | Looking into the glasse of my youths miseries, | | 14 | 441 |
| 11: | Amour 15 | Now, Loue, if thou wilt proue a Conqueror, | | 18 | 399 |
| 12: | Amour 16 | Vertues Idea in virginitie, | | 18 | 434 |
| 13: | Amour 17 | If euer wonder could report a wonder, | | 14 | 412 |
| 14: | Amour 18 | Some, when in ryme they of their Loues doe tell, | | 14 | 456 |
| 15: | Amour 19 | If those ten Regions, registred by Fame, | | 14 | 409 |
| 16: | Amour 2 | My fayre, if thou wilt register my loue, | | 14 | 432 |
| 17: | Amour 20 | Reading sometyme, my sorrowes to beguile, | | 14 | 428 |
| 18: | Amour 21 | Letters and lynes, we see, are soone defaced, | | 14 | 405 |
| 19: | Amour 22 | My hart, imprisoned in a hopeless Ile, | | 14 | 427 |
| 20: | Amour 23 | Wonder of Heauen, glasse of diuinitie, | | 14 | 465 |
| 21: | Amour 24 | Our floods-Queene, Thames, for shyps and Swans is crowned, | | 14 | 412 |
| 22: | Amour 25 | The glorious sunne went blushing to his bed, | | 14 | 416 |
| 23: | Amour 26 | Cupid, dumbe-Idoll, peeuish Saint of loue, | | 14 | 430 |
| 24: | Amour 27 | My Loue makes hote the fire whose heat is spent, | | 14 | 418 |
| 25: | Amour 28 | Some wits there be which lyke my method well, | | 14 | 439 |
| 26: | Amour 29 | O eyes! behold your happy Hesperus, | | 14 | 435 |
| 27: | Amour 3 | My thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue, | | 14 | 418 |
| 28: | Amour 30 | Three sorts of serpents doe resemble thee; | | 14 | 419 |
| 29: | Amour 31 | Sitting alone, loue bids me goe and write; | | 14 | 427 |
| 30: | Amour 32 | Those teares, which quench my hope, still kindle my desire, | | 14 | 457 |
| 31: | Amour 33 | Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight, | | 14 | 384 |
| 32: | Amour 34 | My fayre, looke from those turrets of thine eyes, | | 14 | 434 |
| 33: | Amour 35 | See, chaste Diana, where my harmles hart, | | 14 | 435 |
| 34: | Amour 36 | Sweete, sleepe so arm'd with Beauties arrowes darting, | | 14 | 428 |
| 35: | Amour 37 | I euer loue where neuer hope appeares, | | 14 | 399 |
| 36: | Amour 38 | If chaste and pure deuotion of my youth, | | 14 | 427 |
| 37: | Amour 39 | Die, die, my soule, and neuer taste of ioy, | | 14 | 430 |
| 38: | Amour 4 | My faire, had I not erst adorned my Lute | | 14 | 409 |
| 39: | Amour 40 | O thou vnkindest fayre! most fayrest shee, | | 14 | 426 |
| 40: | Amour 41 | Rare of-spring of my thoughts, my dearest Loue, | | 14 | 453 |
| 41: | Amour 42 | Plac'd in the forlorne hope of all dispayre | | 14 | 424 |
| 42: | Amour 43 | Why doe I speake of ioy, or write of loue, | | 14 | 491 |
| 43: | Amour 44 | My hart the Anuile where my thoughts doe beate, | | 14 | 511 |
| 44: | Amour 45 | Blacke pytchy Night, companyon of my woe, | | 14 | 462 |
| 45: | Amour 46 | Sweete secrecie, what tongue can tell thy worth? | | 14 | 482 |
| 46: | Amour 47 | The golden Sunne vpon his fiery wheeles | | 14 | 524 |
| 47: | Amour 48 | Who list to praise the dayes delicious lyght, | | 14 | 487 |
| 48: | Amour 49 | Define my loue, and tell the ioyes of heauen, | | 14 | 487 |
| 49: | Amour 5 | Since holy Vestall lawes haue been neglected, | | 14 | 447 |
| 50: | Amour 50 | When I first ended, then I first began; | | 14 | 459 |
| 51: | Amour 51 | Goe you, my lynes, Embassadours of loue, | | 14 | 517 |
| 52: | Amour 6 | In one whole world is but one Phoenix found, | | 14 | 423 |
| 53: | Amour 7 | Stay, stay, sweet Time; behold, or ere thou passe | | 14 | 462 |
| 54: | Amour 8 | Vnto the World, to Learning, and to Heauen, | | 14 | 400 |
| 55: | Amour 9 | Beauty sometime, in all her glory crowned, | | 14 | 432 |
| 56: | An Amovret Anacreontick | Most good, most faire, Or Thing as rare, | | 44 | 479 |
| 57: | An Elegie Vpon The Death Of The Lady Penelope Clifton | Must I needes write, who's hee that can refuse, | | 126 | 503 |
| 58: | An Ode Written In The Peake | This while we are abroad, | | 42 | 504 |
| 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 | 465 |
| 60: | From Eclogue iij | O thou fayre siluer Thames: O cleerest chrystall flood, | | 72 | 460 |
| 61: | From Eclogue ij | Tell me fayre flocke, (if so you can conceaue) | | 24 | 433 |
| 62: | From Eclogue ij | Then this great Vniuerse no lesse, | | 20 | 433 |
| 63: | From Eclogue ij | Vppon a bank with roses set about, | | 24 | 423 |
| 64: | From Eclogue iv | Melpomine put on thy mourning Gaberdine, | | 54 | 428 |
| 65: | From Eclogue ix | Gorbo, as thou cam'st this waye | | 48 | 467 |
| 66: | From Eclogue ix | Tell me thou skilfull shepheards swayne, | | 28 | 421 |
| 67: | From Eclogue ix | Of her pure eyes (that now is seen) | | 48 | 413 |
| 68: | From Eclogue viij | Farre in the countrey of Arden | | 120 | 412 |
| 69: | From Eclogue vij | Oh spightfull wayward wretched loue, | | 52 | 400 |
| 70: | From Eclogue vij | Now fye vpon thee wayward loue, | | 61 | 430 |
| 71: | From England's Helicon | Faire Loue rest thee heere, | | 60 | 404 |
| 72: | From T. Morley's First Book of Ballets (1595). - Mr. M.D. to the Author. | Such was old Orpheus cunning, | | 9 | 390 |
| 73: | His Defence Against The Idle Critick | The Ryme nor marres, nor makes, | | 48 | 458 |
| 74: | Loves Conqvest | Wer't granted me to choose, | | 36 | 444 |
| 75: | Nimphidia - The Covrt Of Fayrie | Olde CHAVCER doth of Topas tell, | | 705 | 435 |
| 76: | Ode 8 | Singe wee the Rose Then which no flower there growes | | 54 | 447 |
| 77: | Of His Ladies Not Comming To London | That ten-yeares-trauell'd Greeke return'd from Sea | | 104 | 478 |
| 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 | 392 |
| 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 | 425 |
| 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 | 362 |
| 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 | 394 |
| 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 | 373 |
| 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 | 384 |
| 84: | Sonet 1 | The worlds faire Rose, and Henries frosty fire, | | 14 | 470 |
| 85: | Sonet 10 | Loue in an humor played the prodigall, | | 14 | 451 |
| 86: | Sonet 11 To The Moone | Phæbe looke downe, and here behold in mee, | | 14 | 416 |
| 87: | Sonet 12 | To nothing fitter can I thee compare, | | 14 | 413 |
| 88: | Sonet 13 | You not alone, when you are still alone, | | 14 | 511 |
| 89: | Sonet 14 To The Soule | That learned Father which so firmly proues | | 14 | 424 |
| 90: | Sonet 2 To the Reader of his Poems | Into these loues who but for passion lookes, | | 14 | 429 |
| 91: | Sonet 21 | You cannot loue my pretty hart, and why? | | 14 | 389 |
| 92: | Sonet 22 | An euill spirit your beauty haunts me still, | | 14 | 453 |
| 93: | Sonet 23 To The Spheares | Thou which do'st guide this little world of loue, | | 14 | 416 |
| 94: | Sonet 24 | Love banish'd heauen, in earth was held in scorne, | | 14 | 423 |
| 95: | Sonet 25 | O why should nature nigardly restraine, | | 14 | 447 |
| 96: | Sonet 27 | I gaue my faith to Loue, Loue his to mee, | | 14 | 443 |
| 97: | Sonet 29 To The Sences | When conquering loue did first my hart assaile, | | 14 | 410 |
| 98: | Sonet 3 | Many there be excelling in this kind, | | 14 | 471 |
| 99: | Sonet 30 To The Vestalls | Those Priests, which first the Vestall fire begun, | | 14 | 435 |
| 100: | Sonet 31 | Me thinks I see some crooked Mimick ieere | | 14 | 440 |
| 101: | Sonet 34 To Admiration | Maruaile not Loue, though I thy power admire, | | 14 | 423 |
| 102: | Sonet 43 | Whilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee, | | 14 | 395 |
| 103: | Sonet 44 | Muses which sadly sit about my chayre, | | 14 | 451 |
| 104: | Sonet 45 | Thou leaden braine, which censur'st what I write, | | 14 | 444 |
| 105: | Sonet 5 | My hart was slaine, and none but you and I, | | 14 | 459 |
| 106: | Sonet 55 | Truce gentle loue, a parly now I craue, | | 14 | 442 |
| 107: | Sonet 56 A Consonet | Eyes with your teares, blind if you bee, | | 14 | 412 |
| 108: | Sonet 57 To Lucie Countesse of Bedford | Great Lady, essence of my chiefest good, | | 14 | 388 |
| 109: | Sonet 58 To the Lady Anne Harington | Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind, | | 14 | 473 |
| 110: | Sonet 8 | Nothing but no and I, and I and no, | | 14 | 540 |
| 111: | Sonet 9 | Loue once would daunce within my Mistres eye, | | 14 | 397 |
| 112: | Songs From The 'Shepherd's Garland' | The Gods delight, the heauens hie spectacle, | | 12 | 413 |
| 113: | Sonnet 1 | Like an aduenturous Sea-farer am I, | | 14 | 421 |
| 114: | Sonnet 12 To Lunacie | As other men, so I my selfe doe muse, | | 14 | 420 |
| 115: | Sonnet 15 His Remedie for Loue | Since to obtaine thee, nothing me will sted, | | 14 | 428 |
| 116: | Sonnet 17 | If hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire, | | 14 | 384 |
| 117: | Sonnet 21 | A witlesse Gallant, a young Wench that woo'd, | | 14 | 570 |
| 118: | Sonnet 25 To Folly | With fooles and children good discretion beares, | | 14 | 388 |
| 119: | Sonnet 27 | I heare some say, this man is not in loue, | | 14 | 384 |
| 120: | Sonnet 27 | Is not Loue here, as 'tis in other Clymes, | | 14 | 428 |
| 121: | Sonnet 31 | To such as say thy loue I ouer-prize, | | 14 | 396 |
| 122: | Sonnet 36 Cupid coniured | Thou purblind Boy, since thou hast been so slacke | | 14 | 418 |
| 123: | Sonnet 41 | Deare, why should you commaund me to my rest | | 14 | 417 |
| 124: | Sonnet 43 | Why should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace, | | 14 | 352 |
| 125: | Sonnet 46 | Plain-path'd Experience the vnlearneds guide, | | 14 | 397 |
| 126: | Sonnet 47 | In pride of wit, when high desire of fame | | 14 | 405 |
| 127: | Sonnet 48 | Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know, | | 14 | 476 |
| 128: | Sonnet 50 | As in some Countries far remote from hence, | | 14 | 383 |
| 129: | Sonnet 51 | Calling to minde since first my loue begunne, | | 14 | 459 |
| 130: | Sonnet 52 | What dost thou meane to Cheate me of my Heart, | | 14 | 395 |
| 131: | Sonnet 57 | You best discern'd of my interior eies, | | 14 | 393 |
| 132: | Sonnet 58 | In former times, such as had store of coyne, | | 14 | 387 |
| 133: | Sonnet 58 To Prouerbe | As Loue and I, late harbour'd in one Inne, | | 14 | 323 |
| 134: | Sonnet 6 | How many paltry, foolish, painted things, | | 14 | 430 |
| 135: | Sonnet 61 | Since there 's no helpe, Come let vs kisse and part, | | 14 | 445 |
| 136: | Sonnet 63 To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots | Not thy graue Counsells, nor thy Subiects loue, | | 14 | 370 |
| 137: | Sonnet 66 To the Lady L.S. | Bright starre of Beauty, on whose eyelids sit, | | 14 | 387 |
| 138: | Sonnet 8 | There's nothing grieues me, but that Age should haste, | | 14 | 389 |
| 139: | Sonnets: Idea I | Like an adventurous sea-farer am I, | | 14 | 402 |
| 140: | Sonnets: Idea II | My heart was slain, and none but you and I; | | 14 | 403 |
| 141: | Sonnets: Idea III | Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, | | 14 | 411 |
| 142: | Sonnets: Idea IV | Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit | | 14 | 415 |
| 143: | Sonnets: Idea IX | As other men, so I myself do muse | | 14 | 482 |
| 144: | Sonnets: Idea L | As in some countries far remote from hence, | | 14 | 410 |
| 145: | Sonnets: Idea LI | Calling to mind since first my love begun, | | 14 | 418 |
| 146: | Sonnets: Idea LII | What dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart, | | 14 | 462 |
| 147: | Sonnets: Idea LIII Another To The River Ankor | Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore, | | 14 | 410 |
| 148: | Sonnets: Idea LIV | Yet read at last the story of my woe, | | 14 | 439 |
| 149: | Sonnets: Idea LIX To Proverbs | As Love and I late harboured in one inn, | | 14 | 395 |
| 150: | Sonnets: Idea LV | My fair, if thou wilt register my love, | | 14 | 380 |
| 151: | Sonnets: Idea LVI An Allusion To The Eaglets | When like an eaglet I first found my love, | | 14 | 405 |
| 152: | Sonnets: Idea LVII | You best discerned of my mind's inward eyes, | | 14 | 361 |
| 153: | Sonnets: Idea LVIII | In former times, such as had store of coin, | | 14 | 397 |
| 154: | Sonnets: Idea LX | Define my weal, and tell the joys of heaven; | | 14 | 378 |
| 155: | Sonnets: Idea LXI | Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part, | | 14 | 427 |
| 156: | Sonnets: Idea LXII | When first I ended, then I first began; | | 14 | 397 |
| 157: | Sonnets: Idea LXIII | Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave, | | 14 | 393 |
| 158: | Sonnets: Idea V | Nothing but "No!" and "I!"[A] and "I!" and "No!" | | 14 | 387 |
| 159: | Sonnets: Idea VI | How many paltry, foolish, painted things, | | 14 | 449 |
| 160: | Sonnets: Idea VII | Love, in a humour, played the prodigal, | | 14 | 416 |
| 161: | Sonnets: Idea VIII | There's nothing grieves me but that age should haste, | | 14 | 399 |
| 162: | Sonnets: Idea X | To nothing fitter can I thee compare | | 14 | 421 |
| 163: | Sonnets: Idea XI | You're not alone when you are still alone; | | 14 | 401 |
| 164: | Sonnets: Idea XII To The Soul | That learned Father which so firmly proves | | 14 | 378 |
| 165: | Sonnets: Idea XIV | If he, from heaven that filched that living fire, | | 14 | 400 |
| 166: | Sonnets: Idea XIX To Humour | You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? | | 14 | 382 |
| 167: | Sonnets: Idea XL | My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat, | | 14 | 397 |
| 168: | Sonnets: Idea XLI Love's Lunacy | Why do I speak of joy or write of love, | | 14 | 400 |
| 169: | Sonnets: Idea XLII | Some men there be which like my method well, | | 14 | 385 |
| 170: | Sonnets: Idea XLIII | Why should your fair eyes with such sov'reign grace | | 14 | 392 |
| 171: | Sonnets: Idea XLIV | Whilst thus my pen strives to eternise thee, | | 14 | 397 |
| 172: | Sonnets: Idea XLIX | Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, | | 14 | 379 |
| 173: | Sonnets: Idea XLV | Muses which sadly sit about my chair, | | 14 | 398 |
| 174: | Sonnets: Idea XLVI | Plain-pathed experience, the unlearnèd's guide, | | 14 | 453 |
| 175: | Sonnets: Idea XLVII | In pride of wit, when high desire of fame | | 14 | 417 |
| 176: | Sonnets: Idea XLVIII | Cupid, I hate thee, which I'd have thee know; | | 14 | 405 |
| 177: | Sonnets: Idea XV His Remedy For Love | Since to obtain thee nothing me will stead, | | 14 | 393 |
| 178: | Sonnets: Idea XVI An Allusion To The Phoenix | Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round | | 14 | 404 |
| 179: | Sonnets: Idea XVII To Time | Stay, speedy time! Behold, before thou pass | | 14 | 365 |
| 180: | Sonnets: Idea XVIII To The Celestial Numbers | To this our world, to learning, and to heaven, | | 14 | 384 |
| 181: | Sonnets: Idea XX | An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, | | 14 | 396 |
| 182: | Sonnets: Idea XXI | A witless gallant a young wench that wooed | | 14 | 407 |
| 183: | Sonnets: Idea XXII To Folly | With fools and children good discretion bears; | | 14 | 384 |
| 184: | Sonnets: Idea XXIII | Love, banished heaven, in earth was held in scorn, | | 14 | 371 |
| 185: | Sonnets: Idea XXIV | I hear some say, "This man is not in love!" | | 14 | 368 |
| 186: | Sonnets: Idea XXIX To The Senses | When conquering love did first my heart assail, | | 14 | 354 |
| 187: | Sonnets: Idea XXV | O, why should nature niggardly restrain | | 14 | 389 |
| 188: | Sonnets: Idea XXVI To Despair | I ever love where never hope appears, | | 14 | 322 |
| 189: | Sonnets: Idea XXVII | Is not love here as 'tis in other climes, | | 14 | 380 |
| 190: | Sonnets: Idea XXVIII | To such as say thy love I overprize, | | 14 | 394 |
| 191: | Sonnets: Idea XXX To The Vestals | Those priests which first the vestal fire begun, | | 14 | 389 |
| 192: | Sonnets: Idea XXXI To The Critics | Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, | | 14 | 403 |
| 193: | Sonnets: Idea XXXII To The River Ankor | Our floods' queen, Thames, for ships and swans is crowned, | | 14 | 407 |
| 194: | Sonnets: Idea XXXIII To Imagination | Whilst yet mine eyes do surfeit with delight, | | 14 | 400 |
| 195: | Sonnets: Idea XXXIV To Admiration | Marvel not, love, though I thy power admire, | | 14 | 404 |
| 196: | Sonnets: Idea XXXIX | Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell, | | 14 | 380 |
| 197: | Sonnets: Idea XXXV To Miracle | Some misbelieving and profane in love, | | 14 | 395 |
| 198: | Sonnets: Idea XXXVI Cupid Conjured | Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack | | 14 | 426 |
| 199: | Sonnets: Idea XXXVII | Dear, why should you command me to my rest, | | 14 | 425 |
| 200: | Sonnets: Idea XXXVIII | Sitting alone, love bids me go and write; | | 14 | 394 |
| 201: | The Cryer | Good Folke, for Gold or Hyre, | | 23 | 378 |
| 202: | The Heart | If thus we needs must goe, | | 48 | 396 |
| 203: | The Mvses Elizivm | A Paradice on earth is found, | | 2625 | 405 |
| 204: | The Qvest Of Cynthia | What time the groues were clad in greene, | | 232 | 349 |
| 205: | The Sacrifice To Apollo | Priests of APOLLO, sacred be the Roome, | | 64 | 423 |
| 206: | The Shepheards Sirena | DORILVS in sorrowes deepe, | | 383 | 383 |
| 207: | To Cvpid | Maydens, why spare ye? | | 54 | 469 |
| 208: | To Himselfe And The Harpe | And why not I, as hee That's greatest, if as free, | | 95 | 448 |
| 209: | To His Coy Love | I pray thee leaue, loue me no more, | | 24 | 376 |
| 210: | To His Rivall | Her lou'd I most, By thee that 's lost, | | 54 | 369 |
| 211: | To His Valentine | Muse, bid the Morne awake, | | 72 | 344 |
| 212: | To Master George Sandys Treasurer For The English Colony In Virginia | Friend, if you thinke my Papers may supplie | | 108 | 418 |
| 213: | To Master William Ieffreys, Chaplaine To The Lord Ambassadour In Spaine | My noble friend, you challenge me to write | | 118 | 356 |
| 214: | To My Most Dearely-Loued Friend Henery Reynolds Esquire, Of Poets & Poesie | My dearely loued friend how oft haue we, | | 202 | 375 |
| 215: | To My Noble Friend Master William Browne, Of The Euill Time | Deare friend, be silent and with patience see, | | 137 | 413 |
| 216: | To My Worthy Frend, Master John Sauage Of The Inner Temple | Vppon this sinfull earth | | 44 | 378 |
| 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 | 429 |
| 218: | To The Cambro-Britans And Their Harpe, His Ballad Of Agincovrt | Faire stood the Wind for France, | | 120 | 423 |
| 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 | 362 |
| 220: | To The New Yeere | Rich Statue, double-faced, | | 84 | 392 |
| 221: | To The Noble Lady, The Lady I.S. Of Worldly Crosses | Madame, to shew the smoothnesse of my vaine, | | 94 | 413 |
| 222: | To The Reader Of These Sonnets | Into these loves who but for passion looks, | | 14 | 438 |
| 223: | To The Viriginian Voyage | You braue Heroique minds, | | 72 | 428 |
| 224: | Vpon The Death Of His Incomparable Friend Sir Henry Raynsford Of Clifford | Could there be words found to expresse my losse, | | 128 | 369 |
| 225: | Vpon The Death Of Mistris Elianor Fallowfield | Accursed Death, what neede was there at all | | 62 | 396 |
| 226: | Vpon The Death Of The Lady Olive Stanhope | Canst thou depart and be forgotten so, | | 72 | 380 |
| 227: | Vpon The Noble Lady Astons Departure For Spaine | I many a time haue greatly marueil'd, why | | 102 | 392 |
| 228: | Vpon The Three Sonnes Of The Lord Sheffield, Drowned In Hvmber | Light Sonnets hence, and to loose Louers flie, | | 86 | 398 |
