5
– Such frantic terms without the privilege Of fool or mad-man would have easily rais'd Billows of fury in the
calmest breast, & heav'd a well hang’d patience of her hinge.
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.1.9-12), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

From Harpies nails & Furies whips, From all sharp noses
& thin lips From two legg'd cats with thrice nine lives from scalding wort, From scolding wives From full-mouthed blasts, from female blows, From smooth-fac'd Sluts, from sharp-nail'd Shrews; From wounds to inflict, from plagues to inflict me, My Genius bless, my stars protect me
--
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.29-34), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

what strange fit Usurps thy patience, & beclouds thy brow?
what means this strange Militia in thine eyes? Who raised this storm
By Formidon, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.37-40), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

- if his rage be down, Go switch it up.
By Museus, in The Virgin Widow (#3.6.141), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

5.
–to turn bawd to a hundred marks.
By Artesio, in The Virgin Widow (1.3.5), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 15

5.
this ring is Cupids sphere.
By Evaldus, in The Virgin Widow (1.6.199), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 25

5
– turn Pander to his lecherous kisses, while he wipes my mouth
with a codpiece knighthood.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.6-7), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

– And Pertenax must be dubb'd, & gain
the glorious attribute of a right worshipful cuckold.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.12-13), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

–
wanton prince into the saddle, or hold his.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.17-18), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

5.
would our wives had been like our, Indentures, made interchangeable.
By Formidon, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.14-15), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32

5
— then let everlasting health be entayl'd upon the sons of men &
let the curse of a strong constitution fall upon makind, if I &c
By Artesio, in The Virgin Widow (1.3.2-5), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 53

If they happen upon a man of fortunes. one that deserves to take up
life at interest, & to buy his languishment at a profuse rate how
will they prolong the care, & make the best advantage?
By Artesio, in The Virgin Widow (1.3.40-44), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 53

-- which with the help of a gold nightcap a few conjuring
words, & a large conscience will go far & sett me up in a market town
where I may pass for a Padua Dr. ‘Tis but Italianating my
name, garb, language, habit. Seignor Quackquinto. &c
By Quck, in The Virgin Widow (2.1.33-35), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 53

5
– and have such Wives as I with Cornelius his motion in her mouth.
By Formidon, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.7-9), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54

Marinas louder tongue Outroars the thunder, & her flaming eyes
Outscorches Aetna; her impetuous rage Out- devils the whole
Academe of hell.
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.54-56), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54

– Why didst not drive those troups of Devils from her stormy tongue.
By Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.61-62), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54

Her very breath’s a purge. Her eyes.
By Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (3.2), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54

Bid me go snatch a daring thunderbolt, Or twi-forkt lighting from the hand of Jove: Bid me go stop the flowing tides,
Or stay A singing bullet in the middle way. Bid me go
tame a dragon or restrain The Armes of Furies bent to high revenge, This were an easy task; nay easier
far To slack hells falmes, than quench Marina’s rage.
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.64-70), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54

5
First bait thy hook with deep dissembled love. Keep close thy
serpent, & show them thy dove seem friend to both.
By Evaldus, in The Virgin Widow (3.6.25-26), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 55

-- teach you more wisdom in an houre than all the volume’s
of Thomas Aquinas can afford you in ten days.
By Quibble, in The Virgin Widow (4.1.185-87), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 55

5.
I stand even-poised: an atom turns the scale.
By Palla, in The Virgin Widow (3.6.100), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 56