A souldier now hath nothing left but misery to speak him man; can shew more marks then pence; yppon whos back contempt heaps on yeout weight of pouertye.
By Gismund, in A Christian turned Turk (1.1.41-44), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r

A Iew refus'd tu turne christian
By Ruben Rabshake, in A Christian turned Turk (6.16-24), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r

That wch makes waighting woemen punks, and captains panders, yt causeth decayed gent' become sollicitrs, bankroutcitizens srieants, sruingmen & saylrs theeues; Necessityyt hath no Law on's syde. Wemen make bare shifts to &c.
By First Sailor, in A Christian turned Turk (1.10.38-41), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r

Venery it seems is a dainty dish, for many neer Liu Licking therat till ye burn their Lipps.
By Ruben Rabshake, in A Christian turned Turk (1.13.47-48), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r

The slaue was borne Pandr, his mothr was a midwife& then he must needs bee band to set his mothr trade a worke.
By Gallop, in A Christian turned Turk (1.16.49-50), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r

hees heauy vpon his wiues Lightnes.
By Ruben Rabshake, in A Christian turned Turk (1.13.49-50), Robert Daborne
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 81r