Francis Quarles - Results found: 21

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– such franticke terms would easily raise Billows of fury in ye
calmest breast, & heave 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 nailes & Furies whips, From all sharp noses
& thin lips Frō 2legd catts wth thrice nine lives fro scal= d wort, Frō scoldḡ wive - & My Genius blesse, my starrs ꝑtect me
--
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.29-34), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13
 
wt strange fitt Usurps thy patience, & bestowd thy brow?
wt means this strange Militia in thine eyes? Who raisd 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 downe, Goe 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 100 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 pand to his likerish kisses, while he wipes my mouth
wth a codpeice knighthood.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.6-7), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32
 
– I must be dubd forsooth, & gain
ye glorious attribute of a right worfull cuckold.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.12-13), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32
 
– Play ye
wanton prince into ye saddle, or hold his stirrop.
By Sir Pertenax, in The Virgin Widow (1.2.17-18), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32
 
5.
yr wives like, Indentures, intchangeable.
By Formidon, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.14-15), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 32
 
5
— yn lett evlasting health be entaild upō ye sons of men &
lett ye curse of a strong ↄstitution fall upō 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 upō a man of fortunes. one yt deserves to take up
life at intest, & to buy his languishmt at a profuse rate how
will they prolong ye 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
 
-- this wth ye help of a gold nightcap a few conjuring
words, & a large consc. will go far & sett me up in a market towne
where I may pass for a Padua Dr. ‘Tis but Italianatḡ my
name, garb, language, habit. Seignor Quackꝗnto. &c
By Quck, in The Virgin Widow (2.1.33-35), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 53
 
5
– a wife wth 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
 
= her louder tongue Outrores ye thunđ, & her flaming eyes
Outscorches Etna; her impetuous rage Out- devills ye whole
Academe of hell.
By Comodus, in The Virgin Widow (1.4.54-56), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 54
 
– devills troup in 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 thunđbolt, Or twi-forkt light= nḡ frō the hand of Jove: Bid me go stop ye flowing tides,
Or stay A singing bullet in ye middle way. Bid me goe
tame a dragon &c This were an easy task; nay easier
farre To slack hells falmes, yn 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 wth deep dissembled love. Keep close thy
serpt, & shew ym 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
 
-- hee’l teach you more wisd. in an hower yn all ye volume’s
of Th. A ꝗnas can afford you in 10 daies.
By Quibble, in The Virgin Widow (4.1.185-87), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 55
 
5.
I stand evenpoysd: an atome turns ye scale.
By Palla, in The Virgin Widow (3.6.100), Francis Quarles
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 56