While yet we have not lived to such an age
That the increasing canker of our sins
Hath spread too far upon us.
By Castabella, in The Atheist's Tragedy (5.2.p.332), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Atheist's Tragedy
I am glad I had the occasion to make known
How readily my substance shall unlock
Itself to serve you.
By D'Amville, in The Atheist's Tragedy (1.1.p.248), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Now let thy trust
For undertaking and for secresy
Hold measure with thy amplitude of wit
And thy reward shall parallel thy worth.
By D'Amville, in The Atheist's Tragedy (1.1.p.249), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

My worthy servant, you mistake the intent Of kissing 'Twas not meant to separate A pair of lovers, but to be the seal
Of love importing by the joining of
Our mutual and incorporated breaths
That we should breathe but one contracted life.
By Castabella, in The Atheist's Tragedy (1.2.p.252), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Tush, you mistake the way into a woman
The passage lies not through her reason but her blood
By Levidulcia, in The Atheist's Tragedy (1.4.p.261), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Why what is't but a rape to force a wench
To marry since it forces her to lie
With him she would not.
By Sebastian, in The Atheist's Tragedy (1.4.p.263), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

I
Shall hardly please therefore let her rest
By Rousard, in The Atheist's Tragedy (2.1.p.269), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Has set
My blood o' boiling i' my veins. And now
Like water poured upon the ground that mixes
Itself with every moisture it meets, I could
clasp with any man.
By Levidulcia, in The Atheist's Tragedy (2.3.p.274), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

Ladies are as courteous as yeomen's wives and methinks they should be more gentle . Hot diet and soft ease make 'hem like wax always kept warm
more easy to take impression.
By Levidulcia, in The Atheist's Tragedy (2.5.p.281), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

The want of money makes a free spirit more
mad than the possession does an usurer.
By Sebastian, in The Atheist's Tragedy (3.2.p.294), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

For want is like the rack, it draws a man to endanger himself to the gallows rather than endure it
By Sebastian, in The Atheist's Tragedy (3.2.p.294), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

You expose your honesty
To strange construction . Why should you so urge Release for Charlemont? Come, you profess
More nearness to him than your modesty
Can answer.
By D'Amville, in The Atheist's Tragedy (3.4.p.299), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

I woukd ha' borne
The course and inclination of my love
According to the motion of the sun,
Invisibly enjoyed and understood.
By D'Amville, in The Atheist's Tragedy (3.4.p.300), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

The love of a woman is like a mushroom, it grows in one night and will serve somewhat pleasingly next morning to breakfast, but afterwards waxes fulsome and unwholesome.
By Sebastian, in The Atheist's Tragedy (4.5.p.321), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v

O with what virtue lust should be withstood
Since 'tis a fire quenched seldom without blood.
By The Watch, in The Atheist's Tragedy (4.5.p.322), Cyril Tourneur
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80v