After, at sea a tall ship did appeare, 128, 765.
After long stormes and tempests overblowne,

515.

After long stormes and tempests sad assay, 729.
After so long a race as I have run, 732.
A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine, 145.
A gentle shepheard borne in Arcady, 700.
A harder lesson to learne continence, 263.
Ah! Colin, whether on the lowly plaine, 717.
Ah for pittie! wil rancke winters rage, 11.
Ah! whither doost thou now, thou greater
Muse, 668.

Ah! whither, Love, wilt thou now carrie mee?
746.

Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart, 723.
All that is perfect, which th' heaven beaute-
fies, 112.

All that which Aegypt whilome did devise, 114.
A mighty lyon, lord of all the wood, 124.

And is there care in heaven? And is there love,
280.

And ye, brave Lord, whose goodly personage,

141.

An hideous dragon, dreadfull to behold, 123.
Arion, when, through tempests cruel wracke,
725.

As Diane hunted on a day, 734.

A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call), 9.
As men in summer fearles passe the foord, 111.
As pilot well expert in perilous wave, 271.
As that brave sonne of Aeson, which by charmes,
110.

As then, no winde at all there blew, 710.

As when a ship, that flyes fayre under sayle,
178.

At last she came unto the place, where late, 768.
At last, so faire a ladie did I spie, 129, 765.
At length, even at the time when Morpheus,
128, 767.

Ay me! how many perils doe enfold, 192.
Ay me! to whom shall I my case complaine,
703.

Behold! I see the haven nigh at hand, 224.
Being my selfe captyved here in care, 731.
Being one day at my window all alone, 128, 763.
Bellay, first garland of free poësie, 115.
Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind,

718.

Beside the fruitfull shore of muddie Nile, 123.
But ah for pittie that I have thus long, 490.

By this the northerne wagoner had set, 152.

Calme was the day, and through the trembling
ayre, 759.

Colin, my deare, when shall it please thee sing,

48.

Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd,
708.

Collyn, I see by thy new taken taske, 138.

Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace, 719.
Diggon Davie, I bidde her god day, 39.
Doe I not see that fayrest ymages, 727.

Faire proud! now tell me, why should faire be
proud, 722.

Fayre bosome, fraught with vertues richest
tresure, 732.

Fayre cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell?
727.

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, 719.
Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares,
733.

Fayre Thamis streame, that from Ludds stately
towne, 139.

Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind, 728.
Firebrand of hell, first tynd in Phlegeton, 425.
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,

731.

Goe, little booke: thy selfe present, 4.

Grave Muses, march in triumph and with
prayses, 139.

Great Babylon her haughtie walls will praise,
108.

Great God of Love, that with thy cruell darts,
460.

Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny, 724.

Happy ye leaves ! when as those lilly hands, 717.
Hard by a rivers side a virgin faire, 127.
Hard by a rivers side, a wailing nimphe, 766.
Hard is the doubt, and difficult to deeme, 476.
Harvey, the happy above happiest men, 762.
Here have I cause in men just blame to find,
334.

He that hath seene a great oke drie and dead,
114.

High on a hill a goodly cedar grewe, 124.
High time now gan it wex for Una fayre, 216.
Hope ye, my verses, that posteritie, 114.
How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, 722.

If the blinde Furie, which warres breedeth oft,
113.

I joy to see how, in your drawen work, 731.
Immortall spirite of Philisides, 69.

In brave poursuitt of honorable deed, 252.
Innocent paper, whom too cruell hand, 726.
In summers day, when Phoebus fairly shone,
123.

In that proud port which her so goodly graceth,

720.

In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, 721.
In vain I thinke, right honourable Lord, 142.
In youth, before I waxed old, 734.

I saw a fresh spring rise out of a rocke, 767.
I saw an image, all of massie gold, 66.
I saw an ugly beast come from the sea, 767.
I saw a phoenix in the wood alone, 129, 765.
I saw a river swift, whose fomy billowes, 126.
I saw a spring out of a rocke forth rayle, 127.
I saw a wolfe under a rockie cave, 126.
I saw a woman sitting on a beast, 767.
I saw, in secret to my dame, 734.

I saw new Earth, new Heaven, sayde Saint
John, 767.

I saw raisde up on pillers of ivorie, 766.
I saw raysde up on yvorie pillours tall, 125.
I saw the bird that can the sun endure, 126.
I saw the birde that dares beholde the sunne,
766.

I saw two beares, as white as anie milke, 67.
I sing of deadly dolorous debate, 116.
Is it her nature, or is it her will, 725.
Is not thilke same a goteheard prowde, 32.
Is not thilke the mery moneth of May, 23.
It chaunced me on day beside the shore, 59.
It falls me here to write of Chastity, 325.
It hath bene through all ages ever seene, 447.
It often fals, (as here it earst befell), 440.
It often fals in course of common life, 567.

It was the month in which the righteous Maide,
90.

It was the time when rest, soft sliding downe,
125.

It was the time when rest, the gift of gods, 765.

Joy of my life, full oft for loving you, 733.

Lackyng my love, I go from place to place, 732.
Lastly, I saw an arke of purest golde, 69.
Leave, lady, in your glasse of christall clene,

726.

Most noble Lord, the pillor of my life, 141.
Most sacred fyre, that burnest mightily, 341.
Much richer then that vessell seem'd to bee, 127.
My hungry eyes, through greedy covetize, 724.
My love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre, 723.
My song, thus now in thy conclusions, 765.

Ne may I, without blot of endlesse blame, 143.
New Yeare, forth looking out of Janus gate,
718.

Next unto this a statelie towre appeared, 66.
No otherwise than raynie cloud, first fed, 112.
Nor the swift furie of the flames aspiring, 110.
Nought is more honorable to a knight, 508.
Nought is on earth more sacred or divine, 541.
Nought is there under heav'ns wide hollow-
nesse, 158.

Nought under heaven so strongly doth allure,

547.

Of all Gods workes, which doe this world
adorne, 288.

Of Court, it seemes, men Courtesie doe call, 583.
Of lovers sad calamities of old, 418.

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, 728.
Oft when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,
731.

O goodly golden chayne! wherewith yfere, 199.
O hatefull hellish snake! what Furie furst, 403.
One day as I unwarily did gaze, 720.

One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies,
720.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, 732.
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe,

122.

On high hills top I saw a stately frame, 125.
On hill, a frame an hundred cubites hie, 766.
O sacred hunger of ambitious mindes, 576.
O that I had the Thracian poets harpe, 113.
O warie wisedome of the man that would, 113.
O what an easie thing is to descry, 608.
O what an endlesse worke have I in hand, 497.
O why doe wretched men so much desire, 433.

Penelope, for her Ulisses sake, 722.
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravisht thought,
754.

Receive, most noble Lord, a simple taste, 141.
Receive, most noble Lord, in gentle gree, 140.
Redoubted knights, and honorable dames, 388.
Redoubted Lord, in whose corageous mind, 142.
Rehearse to me, ye sacred sisters nine, 70.
Remembraunce of that most heroicke spirit,
143.

Renowmed Lord, that for your worthinesse,
142.

Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd, 720.
Right well I wote, most mighty Soveraine, 230.
Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,
718.

See how the stubborne damzell doth deprave,
723.

Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake? 725.
Shepheards, that wont on pipes of oaten reed,
699.

She, whose high top above the starres did sore,
108.

Silence augmenteth grief, writing encreaseth
rage, 714.

Since I did leave the presence of my love, 734.
Since I have lackt the comfort of that light,
734.

So long as Joves great bird did make his flight,
111.

Some clarkes doe doubt in their devicefull art,
561.

Some men, I wote, will deeme in Artegall, 536.
So oft as homeward I from her depart, 727.
So oft as I her beauty doe behold, 728.
So oft as I this history record, 381.
So oft as I with state of present time, 502.
Soone after this a giaunt came in place, 67.
Soone after this I saw an elephant, 124.

Soone after this I saw on th' other side, 68.
Soone as the morrow fayre with purple beames,
245.

So soone as day forth dawning from the East,
528.

Still as I gazed, I beheld where stood, 68.

Such as the Berecynthian goddesse bright, 109.
Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere, 722.
Sweet smile, the daughter of the Queene of
Love, 725.

Sweet warriour, when shall I have peace with
you? 728.

Tell me, good Hobbinoll, what garres thee
greete? 18.

Tell me, Perigot, what shalbe the game, 36.
Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end,
724.

That conning architect of cancred guyle, 230.
That Mantuane poetes incompared spirit, 143.
That same is now nought but a champian wide,
114.

The antique Babel, empresse of the East, 763.
The Chian peincter, when he was requirde, 144.
The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre love, is
vaine, 730.

Then did I see a bridge, made all of golde, 67.
Then did I see a pleasant paradize, 67.
Then heavenly branches did I see arise, 128,
765.

Then I behelde the faire Dodonian tree, 766.
Then might I see upon a white horse set, 767.
The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought,
171.

Then was the faire Dodonian tree far seene, 126.
The panther, knowing that his spotted hyde,
727.

The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat,
723.

The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit
brings, 138.

The rolling wheele, that runneth often round,
721.

The rugged forhead that with grave foresight,

417.

The sacred Muses have made alwaies clame,
141.

The same which Pyrrhus and the puissaunce,

112.

These heapes of stones, these old wals which ye
see, 111.

The shepheards boy (best knowen by that
name), 687.

The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre, 718.
The waies, through which my weary steps I
guyde, 582.

The weary yeare his race now having run, 729.
The world, that cannot deeme of worthy things,

733.

They that in course of heavenly spheares are
skild, 729.

This holy season, fit to fast and pray, 722.
Thomalin, why sytten we soe, 16.

Those prudent heads, that with theire counsels
wise, 140.

Though vertue then were held in highest price,
504.

Thou stranger, which for Rome in Rome here
seekest, 108.

Thou that at Rome astonisht dost behold, 113.
Tho, when as chearelesse night ycovered had,
411.

Thrise happie she that is so well assured, 729.

Through armes and vassals Rome the world
subdu'd, 109.

Thus when Sir Guyon, with his faithful guyde,
239.

To all those happy blessings which ye have, 730.
To looke upon a worke of rare devise, 140.
To praise thy life, or waile thy worthie death,
713.

To thee that art the sommers Nightingale, 142.
Toward the sea turning my troubled eye, 123.
To you, right noble Lord, whose carefull brest,

142.

True he it said, what ever man it sayd, 481.

True is, that whilome that good poet sayd, 596.
Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes,

726.

Unquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, 718.
Unrighteous Lord of Love, what law is this,

719.

Upon a day, as Love lay sweetly slumbring, 734.
Upon a hill I saw a kindled flame, 766.
Upon an hill a bright flame I did see, 127.
Upon that famous rivers further shore, 68.

Venemous toung, tipt with vile adders sting,
733.

Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne? 732.
Was it the worke of Nature or of Art, 721.
Weake is th' assurance that weake flesh re-
poseth, 728.

Well may I weene, faire ladies, all this while,
366.

Well said the wiseman, now prov'd true by this,
467.

We now have playde (Augustus) wantonly, 79.
What equall torment to the griefe of mind, 454.
What ever man he be, whose heavie minde, 678.
What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses,
724.

What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might,
207.

What man so wise, what earthly witt so ware,
185.

What man that sees the ever-whirling wheele,
660.

What time the Romaine Empire bore the raine,
124.

What tygre, or what other salvage wight, 554.
What vertue is so fitting for a knight, 589.
What warre so cruel, or what siege so sore, 306.
When I behold that beauties wonderment, 722.
When I behold this tickle trustles state, 129.
When I bethinke me on that speech whyleare,
676.

When my abodes prefixed time is spent, 726.
When stout Achilles heard of Helens rape, 139.
When that brave honour of the Latine name,
112.

When these sad sights were overpast and gone,
124.

When those renoumed noble peres of Greece,
726.

Wherefore doth vaine Antiquitie so vaunt, 763.
Where is the antique glory now become, 350.
Whilest thus I looked, loe! adowne the lee,

68.

Who ever doth to temperaunce apply, 258.
Who ever gave more honourable prize, 143.
Who lists to see what ever nature, arte, 109.
Who list the Romane greatnes forth to figure,
113.

Who now does follow the foule Blatant Beast,
641.

Who now shall give unto me words and sound,

296.

Who so upon him selfe will take the skill, 521.
Who so wil seeke by right deserts t' attaine,
762.

Within this wood, out of a rocke did rise, 129.
Within this wood, out of the rocke did rise,
765.

Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes, 358.
Wrong'd, yet not daring to expresse my paine,

79.

Ye cruell starres, and eke ye gods unkinde, 109.
Ye gentle ladies, in whose soveraine powre, 627.
Ye heavenly spirites, whose ashie cinders lie,

108.

Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes, 735.
Ye pallid spirits, and ye ashie ghoasts, 111.
Ye sacred ruines, and ye tragick sights, 109.
Ye tradefull merchants, that with weary toyle,
720.

Young knight what ever, that dost armes pro-
fesse, 164.