| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou[57.1] Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir. | Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more, | | 18 | 363 |
| 2: | A Black Patch[65.1] On Lucasta's Face. | Dull as I was, to think that a court fly | | 23 | 374 |
| 3: | A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart. | Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes | | 30 | 338 |
| 4: | A Dialogue. Lute And Voice. | Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears, | | 23 | 351 |
| 5: | A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. | Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, | | 56 | 401 |
| 6: | A Fly Caught In A Cobweb. | Small type of great ones, that do hum | | 48 | 355 |
| 7: | A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss.[40.1] | Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish | | 44 | 338 |
| 8: | A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song. | Heark, faire one, how what e're here is | | 28 | 368 |
| 9: | A La Chabot. | Object adorable of charms! | | 12 | 351 |
| 10: | A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[Nne] L[Ovelace.] | This Queen of Prey (now prey to you), | | 24 | 361 |
| 11: | A Loose Saraband. | Nay, prethee, dear, draw nigher, | | 48 | 349 |
| 12: | A Loose Saraband. Set By Mr. Henry Lawes. | Ah me! the little tyrant theefe! | | 44 | 376 |
| 13: | A Mock Charon. | Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer![81.1] | | 20 | 376 |
| 14: | A Mock Song. | Now Whitehall's in the grave, | | 28 | 376 |
| 15: | A Paradox. | Tis true the beauteous Starre | | 28 | 368 |
| 16: | A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers.[47.1] | A gentleman, to give us somewhat new, | | 32 | 333 |
| 17: | Ad Fabullum. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. | Fabullus, I will treat you handsomely | | 28 | 514 |
| 18: | Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49. | Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyes | | 12 | 459 |
| 19: | Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73 | That me alone you lov'd, you once did say, | | 20 | 717 |
| 20: | Ad M. T. Ciceronem. | Tully to thee, Rome's eloquent sole heir, | | 12 | 378 |
| 21: | Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83. | Quintius, if you'l endear Catullus eyes, | | 8 | 403 |
| 22: | Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.[86.1] | Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far | | 66 | 375 |
| 23: | Against The Love Of Great Ones. | Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate | | 65 | 346 |
| 24: | Amarantha. A Pastorall.[33.1] | Up with the jolly bird of light | | 384 | 406 |
| 25: | Amyntor's Grove,[37.1] His Chloris, Arigo,[37.2] And Gratiana. An Elogie. | It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris | | 106 | 364 |
| 26: | Amyntor[31.1] From Beyond The Sea To Alexis.[31.2] A Dialogue. | Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, | | 56 | 412 |
| 27: | An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble Kinsman,[89.1] Tho. Stanley, Esquire.[89.2] | The day is curl'd about agen | | 40 | 310 |
| 28: | An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton.[42.1] | Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground, | | 60 | 328 |
| 29: | An Elegie. Princesse Katherine[60.1][[An.3]] Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day. | You, that can haply[60.2] mixe your joyes with cries, | | 60 | 297 |
| 30: | Another. | As I beheld a winter's evening air, | | 21 | 426 |
| 31: | Another. | The Centaur, Syren, I foregoe; | | 26 | 414 |
| 32: | Another. Song. | I did believe I was in heav'n, | | 16 | 398 |
| 33: | Ausonius Epig. | Because with bought books, sir, your study's fraught, | | 8 | 353 |
| 34: | Ausonius Lib. Epig. | On the Sicilian strand a hare well wrought | | 8 | 359 |
| 35: | Ausonius Lib. Epig. | The Cynicks narrow houshould stuffe of crutch, | | 8 | 347 |
| 36: | Ausonius Lib. I. Epig. | A treasure found one, entring at death's gate, | | 8 | 352 |
| 37: | Ausonius. | Vain painter, why dost strive my face to draw | | 12 | 362 |
| 38: | Auson[ius]. | Her jealous husband an adultresse gave | | 20 | 440 |
| 39: | Avieni[103.1] V. C. Ad Amicos. | Ask'd in the country what I did, I said: | | 14 | 371 |
| 40: | Being Treated. To Ellinda. | For cherries plenty, and for corans | | 48 | 393 |
| 41: | Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode. | From the dire monument of thy black roome, | | 33 | 409 |
| 42: | Catul. Ep. 71. | My mistresse sayes she'll marry none but me; | | 8 | 353 |
| 43: | Clitophon And Lucippe Translated.[61.1] To The Ladies. | Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by | | 42 | 331 |
| 44: | Courante[68.1] Monsieur. | That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd | | 12 | 340 |
| 45: | Cupid Far Gone. | What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf, | | 30 | 355 |
| 46: | De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit. | A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy: | | 4 | 356 |
| 47: | De Catone. | The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he | | 4 | 359 |
| 48: | De Puero Et Praecone. Catul. | With a fair boy a cryer we behold, | | 4 | 346 |
| 49: | De Quintia Et Lesbia. Ep. 87. | Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these | | 12 | 692 |
| 50: | De Scaevola. | The hand, by which no king but serjeant[97.1] dies, | | 12 | 417 |
| 51: | De Scaevola. | The hand, by which no king but serjeant[97.1] dies, | | 12 | 381 |
| 52: | De Suo In Lesbiam Amore. Ep. 88. | No one can boast her self so much belov'd, | | 8 | 394 |
| 53: | Dialogue. Lucasta, Alexis.1 Set By Mr. John Gamble.2 | TELL me, ALEXIS, what this parting is, | | 45 | 336 |
| 54: | Ellinda's Glove. Sonnet. | Thou snowy farme with thy five tenements! | | 15 | 359 |
| 55: | Female Glory. | Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain | | 18 | 322 |
| 56: | Floridi. De Ebrioso. | Phoebus asleep forbad me wine to take: | | 4 | 325 |
| 57: | Gratiana Dauncing And Singing. | See! with what constant motion | | 28 | 304 |
| 58: | Her Muffe. | Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive, | | 25 | 354 |
| 59: | I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton | I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton | | 15 | 400 |
| 60: | In Allusion To The French Song. N' Entendez Vous Pas Ce Language. | How often have my tears | | 47 | 338 |
| 61: | In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76. | By thy fault is my mind brought to that pass, | | 8 | 423 |
| 62: | In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64. | That no fair woman will, wonder not why, | | 20 | 361 |
| 63: | In Virgilium. Pentadii. | A swain, hind, knight: I fed, till'd, did command: | | 4 | 366 |
| 64: | In Virgilium. Pentadii. | A swain, hind, knight: I fed, till'd, did command: | | 4 | 325 |
| 65: | Item. | One stabbe could not fierce Cato's[98.1] life unty; | | 12 | 356 |
| 66: | Item. | The hand of sacred Cato, bad to tear | | 8 | 336 |
| 67: | Item. | What doubt'st thou, hand? sad Cato 'tis to kill; | | 8 | 383 |
| 68: | La Bella Bona Roba.[55.1] To My Lady H. Ode. | Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury, | | 15 | 349 |
| 69: | Love Conquer'd. A Song. Set By Mr. Henry Lawes. | The childish god of love did sweare | | 20 | 373 |
| 70: | Love Inthron'd. Ode. | Introth, I do my self perswade, | | 32 | 332 |
| 71: | Love Made In The First Age. | In the nativity of time, | | 60 | 327 |
| 72: | Lucasta At The Bath. | I' th' autumn of a summer's day, | | 40 | 333 |
| 73: | Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s].[28.1] | See! what an undisturbed teare | | 24 | 347 |
| 74: | Lucasta Weeping. Song. Set By Mr. John Laneere. | Lucasta wept, and still the bright | | 12 | 345 |
| 75: | Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking-Glasse In It.[26.1] | Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey, | | 36 | 352 |
| 76: | Lucasta's World. Epode. | Cold as the breath of winds that blow | | 24 | 414 |
| 77: | Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.[27.1] | Yee happy floods! that now must passe | | 28 | 380 |
| 78: | Mar. Lib. IV. Ep. 33. | Both lurks and shines, hid in an amber tear, | | 8 | 353 |
| 79: | Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6. | Whilst in an amber-shade the ant doth feast, | | 8 | 390 |
| 80: | Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I. | When Portia her dear lord's sad fate did hear, | | 12 | 350 |
| 81: | Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14. | When brave chast Arria to her Poetus gave | | 8 | 360 |
| 82: | Mart. Lib. VIII. Ep. 19. | Cinna seems[104.1] poor in show, | | 3 | 339 |
| 83: | Night. To Lucasta. | Night! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun, | | 23 | 324 |
| 84: | Ode. | You are deceiv'd; I sooner may, dull fair, | | 40 | 304 |
| 85: | Ode. Set By Dr. John Wilson.1 To Lucasta. The Rose. | Sweet serene skye-like flower, | | 30 | 369 |
| 86: | On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six Hundred Duckets By The Clarissimi Of Venice, For Composing An Eligiack Hexastick Of The City. | Twas a blith prince[90.1] exchang'd five hundred crowns | | 267 | 345 |
| 87: | On The Best, Last, And Only Remaining Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher. The Wild Goose Chase.[92.1] | I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist! | | 54 | 309 |
| 88: | On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer.[44.1] An Elegiacall Epitaph. | You that shall live awhile, before | | 44 | 293 |
| 89: | Orpheus To Woods. Song. Set By Mr. Curtes. | Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees, | | 10 | 318 |
| 90: | Orpheus1 To Beasts. Song. Set By Mr. Curtes.2 | Here, here, oh here! EURIDICE, | | 14 | 392 |
| 91: | Out Of The Anthologie.[105.1] | A fool, much bit by fleas, put out the light; | | 4 | 311 |
| 92: | Paris's Second Judgement, | Behold! three sister-wonders, in whom met, | | 18 | 338 |
| 93: | Peinture. A Panegyrick To The Best Picture Of Friendship, Mr. Pet. Lilly. | If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of all[88.1] | | 116 | 365 |
| 94: | Pentadii. | It is not, y' are deceav'd, it is not blisse | | 26 | 680 |
| 95: | Portii Licinii. | If you are Phoebus sister, Delia, pray, | | 11 | 868 |
| 96: | Princesse Loysa[39.1] Drawing. | I saw a little Diety, | | 53 | 322 |
| 97: | Quinti Catuli. | As once I bad good morning to the day, | | 16 | 467 |
| 98: | Sanazar's Hexastick. (Translation) | In Adriatick waves when Neptune saw, | | 14 | 370 |
| 99: | Senecae Ex Cleanthe. | Parent and Prince of Heav'n, O lead, I pray, | | 10 | 341 |
| 100: | Sir Thomas Wortley's Sonnet Answered. | No more | | 36 | 349 |
| 101: | Song. | Strive not, vain lover, to be fine; | | 16 | 330 |
| 102: | Song. | In mine one monument I lye, | | 12 | 282 |
| 103: | Song. Set By Mr. Henry Lawes. To Amarantha;1 That She Would Dishevell Her Haire. | Amarantha sweet and faire, | | 28 | 340 |
| 104: | Song. Set By Mr. Henry Lawes. To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas. | If to be absent were to be | | 24 | 326 |
| 105: | Song. Set By Mr. John Laniere. To Lucasta. Going To The Warres. | Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde, | | 15 | 348 |
| 106: | Sonnet. Set By Mr. Hudson. | Depose your finger of that ring, | | 14 | 351 |
| 107: | Sonnet. Set By Mr. William Lawes. | When I by thy faire shape did sweare, | | 16 | 376 |
| 108: | Sonnet. To Generall Goring,[51.1] After The Pacification At Berwicke. A La Chabot.[51.2] | Now the peace is made at the foes rate,[51.3] | | 24 | 356 |
| 109: | The Ant.[67.1] | Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant; | | 36 | 336 |
| 110: | The Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady. | That frantick errour I adore, | | 28 | 414 |
| 111: | The Dedication. To The Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace. | To the richest Treasury | | 24 | 346 |
| 112: | The Duell. | Love drunk, the other day, knockt at my brest, | | 30 | 396 |
| 113: | The Epilogue. | The stubborne author of the trifle[48.1] crime, | | 40 | 387 |
| 114: | The Faire Begger. | Comanding asker, if it be | | 36 | 357 |
| 115: | The Falcon. | Fair Princesse of the spacious air, | | 111 | 333 |
| 116: | The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton.[41.1] Ode. | Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare | | 40 | 340 |
| 117: | The Lady A. L.[46.1] My Asylum In A Great Extremity. | With that delight the Royal captiv's[46.2] brought | | 96 | 317 |
| 118: | The Scrutinie. Song. | Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn, | | 20 | 346 |
| 119: | The Snayl. | Wise emblem of our politick world, | | 66 | 382 |
| 120: | The Toad And Spyder. A Duell. | Upon a day, when the Dog-star | | 194 | 354 |
| 121: | The Triumphs Of Philamore And Amoret. | Sir, your sad absence I complain, as earth | | 160 | 331 |
| 122: | The Vintage To The Dungeon. A Song.[43.1] | Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! | | 14 | 311 |
| 123: | Theophile Being Deny'D His Addresses To King James, Turned The Affront To His Own Glory In This Epigram. | If James, the king of wit, | | 12 | 313 |
| 124: | To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In A Song. | This is the prittiest motion: | | 74 | 308 |
| 125: | To A Lady With Child That Ask'D An Old Shirt.[72.1][AN.4] | And why an honour'd ragged shirt, that shows, | | 18 | 368 |
| 126: | To Althea. From Prison. Song. | When love with unconfined wings | | 32 | 322 |
| 127: | To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend. | Chloe, behold! againe I bowe: | | 24 | 450 |
| 128: | To Dr. F. B[Eale]; On His Book Of Chesse.[94.1] | Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece: | | 8 | 299 |
| 129: | To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written. | If in me anger, or disdaine | | 18 | 380 |
| 130: | To Ellinda. Vpon His Late Recovery. A Paradox. | How I grieve that I am well! | | 28 | 383 |
| 131: | To Fletcher Reviv'd.[63.1] | How have I bin religious? what strange good | | 74 | 327 |
| 132: | To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers[52.1] Untimely Death At Carmarthen. | If teares could wash the ill away, | | 20 | 353 |
| 133: | To Lucasta. | I laugh and sing, but cannot tell | | 12 | 353 |
| 134: | To Lucasta. | Like to the sent'nel stars, I watch all night; | | 15 | 307 |
| 135: | To Lucasta. - Her Reserved Looks. | LUCASTA, frown, and let me die, | | 8 | 324 |
| 136: | To Lucasta. - Lucasta Laughing. | Heark, how she laughs aloud, | | 21 | 324 |
| 137: | To Lucasta. From Prison An Epode.[25.1] | Long in thy shackels, liberty | | 56 | 336 |
| 138: | To Lucasta. Ode Lyrick. | Ah LUCASTA, why so bright? | | 33 | 381 |
| 139: | To My Dear Friend Mr. E[Ldred] R[Evett].[91.1] On His Poems Moral And Divine. | Cleft as the top of the inspired hill, | | 78 | 331 |
| 140: | To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley,[93.1] Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.[93.2] | What means this stately tablature, | | 24 | 345 |
| 141: | To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Booke[62.1] Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks. | Hearke, reader! wilt be learn'd ith' warres? | | 16 | 376 |
| 142: | To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly:[45.1] On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of Yorke, Drawne By Him At Hampton-Court. | See! what a clouded majesty, and eyes | | 32 | 320 |
| 143: | To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.[95.1] | Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay | | 58 | 291 |
| 144: | Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought.[29.1] | Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye, | | 6 | 309 |
