When wee expect = Our Blisse time creeps, but when the hapier things call to enjoy each sawcie howre hath wings
By Duke,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in Harvard MS Fr. 487, f. 67r
Sr I must owe ye title of a traitor to your high favours; envy first conspired and malice
now accusez, but what story mentioned his name yt had his princes bosome wth out ye peoples
hate, tis sinne enough in some men to be great, ye throng of starrs ye rout and com=
mon people of ye skie move still another way then ye sunne does
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Looke heedfully about mee, and thou maist | discover through some cranny of my flesh | a fire
wth in, my soule is but one flame | extended to all parts of this fraile building, | I shall to ashes I
beegin to shrinke | is not allready my complexion alterd, | does not my face looke parched
and my skin gather | into a heape? my breath is hot enough | to thaw ye Alpes.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Me-thinks I could turne poet | and make her a more excellent peece then heaven. | let not fond
men hereafter commend what | they most admire by fetching from ye starrs | or flowers their
glory of similitude; | but from thy selfe ye rule to know all beauty, | and hee yt shall arrive
at soe much boldnesse, | to say his Mrs eyes, or voice, or breath, | are half soe bright, soe cleare
so sweet as thine, | hath told ye world enough of miracle.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
The duke shall single you from ye faire troope, lay seige to these soft lipps, and not remoove
till hee hath suckt thy heart, | wch soone dissolv'd wth thy sweet breath, shal bee | made part of
his, at ye same instant, he ↄveying a new soule into thy breast, | wth a creating kisse.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Come, my words doe please, the rolling of your Eye | betraies you, and I see a guilty blush | through
this white veile upon your cheeke; you would have it ↄfirmed it shall, Ile swear I love you
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Hees not in ye common list of freinds, | and hee does love thee past imagination; | next his religion
hee has placd ye thought | of Oriana, hee sleepes nothing else | and I shall wake him into heaven, to
say | thou hast ↄsented to bee his.
By Cosmo,
in The Traitor (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
thou hast a quarrell / and a just one wth thy starrs, yt did not make thee / a princesse
Amidea, yet th'art greater / and borne to justifie unto these times / a Queene of love, Venus was but thy figure, | and all her graces prophesies of thine, / to make our last age
best; I could dwell ever / here and imagine I weream in a temple, to offer on this
altar of thy lip, / myriads of flaming kisses wth a cloud / of sighs breathd from my
heart / wch by ye oblation would increase his stocke, to make my pay eternall.
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
a kisse
A man halfe dead wth famine would wish here / to feed on smiles, of wch the least hath
power /
to call an anchorite from his praiers, tempt saints / to wish their bodies on. /
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
ye Phoenix wth her wings, when shee is dying / can fanne her ashes into another life;
When thy breath more sweet then all ye spice / yt helpes ye others funerall returnes to
heaven, ye world must bee eternall looser ./
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Wisemen secure their fates, and execute / invisibly, like yt most subttle flame / yt burnes
ye heart, yet leaves noe part or t o uch / Upon ye skinne to follow or suspect it:
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
xx
my lord I may doe you service wth a leading voice in ye country, ye kennel will
cry a my side if it come to election, you or your freind shall carry it against the com= monweale.
By Depazzi,
in The Traitor (4.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Though I have / noe weapon, I will looke thee dead, or breath / a dampe shall stifle thee, yt
I could vomit / consuming flames, or stones like, Aetna, make / ye earth wth motion of my feet
shrinke lower, / and take thee in alive, oh yt my voice / could call a serpent from cor= rupted Nile / to make thee part of her accursed bowels.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
Those melancholy chambers ye graves, hung round about wth skulls and dead- mans bones.
Ere Amidea have told all her tears / upon thy marble, or ye epitaph / beelie thy soule, by saying
it is fled / to heaven: thys sister shall bee ravishd, mauger thy dust and hyraldry.
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
This white hand; yt hath soe often / wth admiration trembled on ye lute, / till wee have
praied thee leave ye strings awhile, / and laied our eares close to thy ivory fingers, / suspecting all ye
harmony proceeded / from their owne motion / wth out ye neade / of any dull or passive instrumts
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
I see Pisanos blood / is texted in thy forehead, and thy hands / retaine too many, too many
crimson spots already / make not thy selfe, by murthering of thy sister / all a red letter.
By Amidea,
in The Traitor (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
I care not a beanestalke for [the] best what lacke you of you all, noe not [the] next day after Simon and Jude; when you goe a feasting to Westminster [with] your gallifoist and your potgunns, to [the] very terror of [the] paper-whales, whan you land in sholes, and make [the] understanders in cheapeside, wonder to see shipes swimme upon mens shoulders, when [the]
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 75v
Fencers flourish, and make ye kings liege people fall downe and worship ye devil and
St Dunstan, when your whifflers are hangd in chaines, and hercules club spits fire
about ye pageants, though ye poore children catch cold, yt shew like painted cloth,
and are / onely kept alive wth sugar- plumms:
By Clod,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
thou, yt wert begot upon an hay=mow, bred in thy fathers stable,
and outdungd his cattel; yt at one ofand twenty, wert onely able to write a sheepes -
marke in tarre, and read thy owne capitall letter, like a gallous upon a cowes
buttocke; you yt allowe noe Scripture canonical, but an Almanacke.
By Gettings,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
Thus lookt [the] moone, when [with] her virgin fires / Shee went in progresse to [the] mountaine Latmos, / to visit her Endimion, yet I injure your beauty, to compare it to her orbe / of silver light [the] sunne from [which] shee borrowes / [that] makes her by [the] nightly lampe of heaven, / hath in his stocke of beames not halfe your lustre, / Enrich [the] Earth still [with] your sacred presences / Upon each object throw a glorious starre, / created by your light, [that] when [the] learned / Astronomers comes forth to examine heaven, / hee may find 2, and bee himself devided, / [which] hee should first contemplate.
By Courtier,
in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r
A kiss and then tis seald, this shee should know/
Better then ye impression, wch I made, wth ye rude signet, tis ye same shee left / upon my
lip, when I departed from her, / and I have kept it warme still wth my breath / yt in my
praiers hath mentiond her.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Let noe wom ea n worke upon thy frailty wth their smooth language; trust not ye
innocence of thy soule too farre, for though their bosomes carry whitness, thinke
it is not snow. they dwell in a hot climate, ye court, where men are but deceitfull
shadowes, ye women, walking flames.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Mee thinks I talke like a ꝑemptory statesman already, I shall quickly learne to
forget my selfe and my freinds when I am in great office; I will oppresse ye
subiect, flatter ye prince; take bribes a both sides, doe right to neigher,
serve heaven as farr as heavenmy ꝑfit will give me leave, and tremble onely
at ye summons of a parliament.
By Jacomo,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
ye sunns loved flower, yt shuts his yellow curtaine, / when hee declineth, opens
it againe / At his fair rising; wth my parting lord, / I closed all my delights, till
his approach, / it shall not spread it self.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
good tutor your morall exhortations are fruitless; I shall never eat garlike
wth Diogenes in a tub, and speculate ye stares wth out a shirt; prithee enjoy thy
religion, and live at last most philosophically lousie.
By Lodwick,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
The Mandrake hath no voice /like this, ye raven, and ye night birds sing / more soft;
nothing in nature to wch feare / hath made us suꝑstitious, but speakes gently /
compared wth thee, discharge thy fatall burden, and quickly tell ye total of my sorrow.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
Is hee a witt? / Then how many raptures does hee talke a day? is hee transported
wth poeticke rage? / When was he stiled Imperial Witt? Who are / ye prince Electors in his
monarchy? / Can he like Celtike Hercules, wth chaines / of his divine tongue draw ye
gallant tribe / through every street, whilst ye grave senator / points at him as he walks
in triumph, and /doth wish wth halfe his wealth hee might bee young, / to spend it all
in sacke, to heare him talke / eternall sonnets to his Mrs? ha? who loves not verse is damn’d.
By Caperwit,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
There's soe much sweetness in them, such a troope / of graces waiting on her words and actions,/ I am divided; / and like ye trembling needle of a dyall, / my hearts afraied to fixe, in such a plenty / I have noe starre to saile by.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
All other women / are but like pictures in a gallery / set out
off to the eye, and have no excellency/
but in their distance; but these two, farre of /shall tempt thee to just wonder, and drawne
neere / can satisfie thy narrowest curiosity: / ye stocke of a woman hath not two more left to
rivall them in graces
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
Hast thou not seene the woodbine / that hony-dropping tree, and ye loved bryer, / Embrace
wth their chast boughs, twisting themselves, / and weaving a greene net to catch ye birds /
till it doe seeme one body, while ye flowers / wantonly runne to meet and kisse each
other? / so twas betwixt us two.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79r
no, but heaven and Angels / are witnesses you did exchange a
faith / wth one yt mournes a virgin and a widow, who now dispairing of yr love
to shew how willing shee's to die, doth every houre dystill / part of her soule in teares.
By Yongrave,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
many gentlemen are not, as in ye daies of understanding, / now satisfied wth out a figge, wch e>
since / they cannot, wth their honour call for, after / ye play, they looke to have't servd up ith
middle: your dance is ye best language in some comoedies; / a scene / expressd wth life
of art, and squared to nature, / as dul and flegmatike poetry.
By Caperwit,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
Wee are fooles indeed we are / to dote soe much upon them, and betray / ye glory
of our creac̄on, to serve / a female pride: wee were borne free, and had /
from ye great maker roiall priveledge / most brave immunities: but since have
made / forfeit of o charter.
By Gerard,
in The Changes, or Love in a Maze (5.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 79v
There is a methode, when yr passion's young / to keep it in obedience, you love Rufaldo / art
thou not young? how will ye rose agree / wth a dead hyacinth? or ye hony woodbine, circling
a withered bryar? you can apply, can you submit yt body / to bed wth ice and snow, yr
blood to mingle? / would you bee deaf'd wth coughing, teach yr eye / How to bee rumaticke?
breaths he not out / his body is diseases, and like dust / falling all into peeces, as of
nature / would make him his owne grave.
By Cornelio,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r
x this was a devillish speech.
ↄncerning
yt as was spoken just now)
I will outlabour Joveborne Hercules, / and in a greater fury ransacke hell: / teare from ye
sisters their ↄtorted curles, / and wracke ye destinies on Ixions wheele: / braine Proserpine wth
Sisiphs rowling stone / and in a brazen caldron choakd wth leade / boyle Minos, Eacus, and
Radamant / make ye infernall three-chapt band-dog roare. cram Tantalus wth apples, lash
ye fiends / wth whips of snakes and poison'd scorpions: / snatch chain'd Prometheus from ye Vultures
may, / and feed him wth her liver, make old Charon / waft backe again ye soules, or buffet
him / wth his owne Oares to death
By Gentleman,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
Thou art a goddesse, yt to amaze ye earth / wth thy celestiall presence hath put on / ye habit of a
mortall, gods sometimes / would visit country "country" has the weird c thing here. -SH houses, and guild ore / a sublunary habitation / wth the
glory of their presence, and make heaven / descend into an hermitage:
By Ingeniolo,
in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80v
(spoaken of a friend to a friend) as wee are made one body, soe lets bee one
soule, and will and will both the same thing
ye blood you carry / doth warme my veines, yet could nature bee / forgetfull, and remoove it
selfe, ye love / I owe yr merit, doth oblige mee to you
By Marwood,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Gratiana false? / ye snow shall turne a sala=
mander first, / and dwell in fire; ye aire retreat, and leave / an emptiness in nature:
angels bee / corrupt, and brib'd by mortalls sell their charity.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Was ever woman good, and Gratiana vitious? lost to honour? at ye instant / when I expected
all my harvest ripe. / ye golden summer tempting mee to reape / ye well growne eares, comes
an impetuous storme / destroyes an ages hope in a short minute. / and let's mee live ye copy of frailty
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Enjoyed Gratiana sinfully; tis a sound / able to kill wth horror: it infects / ye very aire, I
see it like a mist / dwell round about; yt I could uncreate / my selfe, or bee forgotten
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (1.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
Were thou defencd wth circular fire, more / subtil than ye lightning, yt I knew would ravish /
my heart and marrow from mee: yet I should fly to through revenge thy calumny.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
let me study, Ile count all my sinns beefore you, never did / penitent in ↄfession strip ye soule / more naked; Ile unclaspe my booke of ↄscience; / you shall read ore
my heart, and if you find / in yt great volume but one single thought / yt ↄcernd
you, and did not Ndend wth some / good praier for you; oh bee just and kill mee.
By Gratiana,
in The Wedding (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
In this weeping posture does shee not present / a water-nimph placd in ye midst of some /
faire garden, like a fountaine to dispense / her chrystall streames upon ye flowers?
wch e> cannot / but soe refresht, looke up, and seeme to smile / upon ye eyes that feed'em.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
yr fat men, put them to anyaction, and see if they doe not smoake it; one hot service
makes them rost, and they have enough in 'em to bast an hundred. you may take
a leane man, marry yr selfe to famine, and beg for a greatbelly. a fat man has ye priviledge to long for any thing an may have it under pretence of a great belly.
By Lodam,
in The Wedding (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
I have seene a dogge looke like him, yt has drawne a wicker-bottle, ratling about
ye streets, and leering on both sides where to get a quiet corner to bite his tale of.
By Landby,
in The Wedding (4.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
There'sa period in nature, ist not / better to dye; and not bee sicke, worne in / our
bodies, wch e> in imitation of ghosts, grow leane, as if they would at last / bee
immateriall too; [our] blood turne jelly, / and freeze in their cold channell.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 81r
She's gone for ever; / and can ye earth still dwell a quiet neighbour / to ye rough sea,
and not it selfe bee thawd into a river? let it melt to waves / from henceforth, yt beeside ye
inhabitants, / ye very genius of ye world may drowne, / and not accuse mee for her.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
I would kisse her cold face into life agen; /
renew her breath wth mine, on her pale lipe; / I doe not thinke but if some artery /
of mine were opened, and ye crimson flood / conuaid into her veines, it would agree; / and wth
a gentle gliding, steale it selfe / into her heart, enlifne her dead faculties, and wth a flattery
tice her soule agen / to dwell in her faire tenement.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (4.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
I will soe talke of thee among ye blest, yt they shall bee in love wth thee
and descend / in holy shapes, to woe thee to come thither / and bee of their society; doe not
veile they beauty / wth such a shoure, keepe this soft raine / to water some more lost and
barren garden. / lest you destroy ye spring wch e> nature made / to bee a wonder in thy cheeke.
By Beauford,
in The Wedding (5.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82r
Act. 2
A physitian yt hass gonn o' th' ticket wth some midwife, or old woman / for his whole
stocke of physicke: one whose onely skill / is to sow teeth i'th' gumms of some state madam
wch e> shee coughs out agen, when soe much phlegme / as would not strangle a poore flea,
provokes her, / ꝑclames himselfe a rectifier of nature, / - getteth more by keeping /
mouths in their quarterly reparations, / then knowing know men by all their art and paines
i'th' cure of ye whole body
By Bonamico,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Does not this jewell sparkle most divinely, signior; a rowes of these stuck in a
ladies forehead, / would make a Persian stagger in his faith / and give more ado=ration
to this light / then to ye sunne beame
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
When you see mee next, avoide mee, as you woud doe yr poore kindred when they
come to court. get you home, say yr praiers, and wonder yt you came of [without]
beating; for 'tis one of his miracles.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Would you see justice employ her scales to weigh light gold, yt comes in for fees and corruption;
and flourish wth her sword like a fencer, to make more roome for causes in the roome
By Bonamico,
in Bird in a Cage (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
hee, who got his mony ill and left it his
heire.
Happy is yt child whose father goes to ye devil: Fairly certain the following is a label, if you want to check for it. Couldn't find it in play -SH
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (3.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 82v
Stay and let mee circles in mine armes / all happiness at once, I have not soule / enough
to apprehend my joy, it spreads / too mighty for mee: know excellent Eugenia I am ye prince
of Flowrence, yt owe heaven / more for thy vertues then his owne creation. / I was borne wth
guilt enough to cancell, / my first purity, but soe chast a love / as thine, will soe refine
my second beeing / when holy marriage frames us in one peece, Angells will envie mee.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
xx
yr foole is fine, hee's merry, / and of all men doth feare least / at every word
hee jests wth my lord, and tickles my lady in earnest. / Here, the latter lines of this extract are actually earlier in the song in the book. Do we still record it like this? -SH all places hee is free of, and fooles it wth out
blushing / at maskes, and plaies, is not ye bayes, thurst out, to let ye plush in
By Morello,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
a deed shall drowne all story, and posterity sh admire it more then a sybills leafe, and loose
it selfe in wonder of ye actions; poets shall / wth this make proud their / Muses, and apparel
it in ravishing numbers, wch e> ye soft haird virgins shall chant in full quire at Hymens feasts. ***Can we go over this extract? The last line gets a bit weird in the book's spelling, as well as the word arrangement between the orig and the canonical. -SH
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
Blest Eugenia, / to whose memory my heart does dedicate / it selfe an altar, in whose very mention
my lips are hallowed, and ye place, a temple, / whence ye divine sound came, it is a voice /
wch e> should [our] holy church then use, it might / wth out addition of more exorcisme / disenchant
houses, ye sweet Eugenia / when I have named I needs must love my breath ye better after.
By Rolliardo,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
where before / thy life should have binne gently invited forth / now wth a horrid circumstance
death shal / make thy soule tremble, and forsaking all / ye noble parts it shall retire into /
some angle of thy body, and bee afraid / to informe thy eyes, lest they let in a horror / they
would not looke on.
By Duke,
in Bird in a Cage (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 83r
Temptations will shake thy innocence, | now more then waues [that] clime a worke, [wich] soone | betray
their weakness, and discouer thee, | more cleare and more impregrable.
By Trier,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
I haue a naturall sympathy [with] faire ones;| as they do I do: theres noe handsome woman| cplaines [that] shee has lost her
maidenhead, | but I wish mine had bin lost [with] it.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
Ile speake our owne English, | hang these affected straines, ^wch wee sometimes | practise to please
ye curiosity| of talking ladies; | by this lip thou art welcome; | Ile sweare an hundred oaths vpon yr booke, and please you. x Vagaries, he, whinzies.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Were euery petty mannor you possess | a Kdome, and [the] blood of many princes | Vnited in your veines
[with] these had you| a person [that] had more attraction | then poesy can furnish loue wthall:
By Julietta,
in Hyde Park (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Tis pitty such beauty should B ōined to to a country house /
live among hindes and thick- skind fellowes yt make faces and
wil hope a furlong back / to find ye t'other leg they threw away /
to shew their reverence wth things yt squat / when they
should make a curtesy.
By Octavio,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
tell ye world / how envius diamonds cause they culd not /
reach to ye lustre of yr eyes dissolvd / to angry tears ye roses
droop and gathering / their leaves together seem to chide their
blushes / yt they must yeild yr cheek ye victory / ye lillies
when they are censurd for ōpared / wth yr more cleare
and native purity / want white to doe their pennance in.
By Octavio,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
A. B. A.
in this you most / spear a stranger she is ye glory / of
Nables for her person and her vertues / yt dwels in this
obscure place like ye shrine / of some great St to wch e> de / from several parts brings daily men like pilgrims
By Montalto,
in The Royal Master (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 113v
Why yt blush / ye words are not immodest there did want / no
blud upon yr cheek to make it lovely / or does it flow in silence
to express / yt wch e> yr virgin language wuld not b / so soon
held gilty of, ōsent.
By King,
in The Royal Master (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
There's nothing good or great you have not / freely possest
mee wth; yr favours wuld, / so mity have they faln upon mee,
rather / expres a storm; and I had sunk beneath / ye welcome violence; had not yr love / from when they flowed enabled mee
By Montalto,
in The Royal Master (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 114r
Some Dolphin has preserved him in the storme
Or may be tennant to some whale within
Whose belly he may practice lent
By Lacy,
in Hyde Park (1.1),
James Shirley
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
She is such a malitious peice to love it is pitty any place but a cold
nunnery should be troubled with her if all
maides were her disciples we should have no
generation and the world in few yeeres undone
by it =
By Lacy,
in Hyde Park (1.1),
James Shirley
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
– extreame Loue is like a smoky fire
In a cold morning; though the fire be cheerefull
Yet is the smoke so sowre and cumbersome
Twere better loose the fire then find the smoke
Such an attendant then as Smoke to fire
Is Jealousy to loue: Better want both
Then haue both.
By Gratiana,
in The Wedding (1.2.59-64),
James Shirley
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700