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| Introduction | |
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| Textual and bibliographical note | |
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| Book II, lines 1-73 | |
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| Book II, lines 295-462 | |
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| Book II, lines 966-1068 | |
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| Book IV, lines 1-108 | |
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| Book IV, lines 359-518 | |
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| Book IV, lines 780-884 | |
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| The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings | |
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| Set me where as the sun doth parch the green | |
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| Love that doth reign and live within my thought | |
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| In Cyprus springs, where as dame Venus dwelt | |
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| I never saw you, madam, lay apart | |
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| Alas, so all things now do hold their peace | |
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| The golden gift that nature did thee give | |
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| The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green | |
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| Such wayward ways hath love that most part in discord | |
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| Give place, ye lovers, here before | |
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| When Windsor walls sustained my wearied arm | |
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| So cruel a prison how could betide, alas | |
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| From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race | |
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| Though I regarded not | |
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| Wrapped in my careless cloak, as I walk to and fro | |
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| Girt in my guiltless gown, as I sit here and sew | |
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| Each beast can choose his fere according to his mind | |
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| Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest | |
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| Diverse thy death do diversely bemoan | |
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| The great Macedon that out of Persia chased | |
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| Th'Assyrians' king, in peace with foul desire | |
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| London, hast thou accused me | |
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| Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were | |
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| Martial, the things for to attain | |
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| Since fortune's wrath envieth the wealth | |
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| When raging love with extreme pain | |
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| Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile | |
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| O happy dames, that may embrace | |
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| The fancy which that I have served long | |
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| Norfolk sprang thee, Lambeth holds thee dead | |
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| Ecclesiastes, Chapter Two | |
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| Ecclesiastes, Chapter Three | |
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| When reckless youth in quiet breast | |
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| Psalm Eighty Eight | |
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| The sudden storms that heave me to and fro | |
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| Psalm Seventy Three | |
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| Psalm Fifty Five | |
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| The storms are past, these clouds are overblown | |
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| Notes | |