Thomas Dekker - Results found: 74

sweet unclouded Brow, the heaven where true worth moves
By Prologue, in The Wonder of a Kingdom (Prologue), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68
 
December's cold hand combs my head, and beard but May swims in my blood.
By Nicoletto Vanni, in The Wonder of a Kingdom (1.1), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68
 
so long as there's a sun to play the Alchemist [...] The God of Metals
By Torrenti, in The Wonder of a Kingdom (3.1), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68
 
pickled thief, a pirate
By Torrenti, in The Wonder of a Kingdom (4.1), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68
 
'Tis their own fault, if they feare springs or falls,
By Jacomo Gentili, in The Wonder of a Kingdom (4.1), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68
 
Play: The Untrussing of the Poet Dekker
weddings
flowers never die a sweeter death, than when they are smother'd to death in a Lover's bosom,, or else paue the high wayes, ouer which these pretty, simpring, setting things, call’d brides, must trippe. becuase 'tis—o a most sweet thing to lie with a man
By Gentlewoman 2, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 89-96), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
tongue
I am sure thy little tongue is not.
By Gentlewoman 1, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 123-125), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
gay clothes
I, I, I, excellent sumpter horses , carry good cloaths.
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN394-395), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
no faith ever since I felt one hit me in the teeth that the greatest Clarkes are not the wisest men
By Asinius Bubo, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 458-459), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
music
Now the Trumpets (that set men together bythe ears) have left their Tantara-rag-boy, let's part friends.
By Tucca, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (Epilogus 2680-2681), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
'Tis passing well, I pray Master Horace walk a little beside your self, I will turn upon you incontinent .
By Sir Vaughan, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1058-1059), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
women
And I know women to be earthly Moones, That neuer shine women to be earthly Moones, till night, yet I know they change Their Orbes (their husbands) and in sickish hearts,
By Sir Walter Terill, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN921-923), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
counterfeit
you have Horace's words as right as if he had spit them into your mouth:
By Asinius Bubo, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 957-958), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
wit
Foh come, your great bellied wit must long for every thing too;
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 966), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
a glove
and thou shalt wear her glove in thy worshipful hat like to a leather brooch;
By Tucca, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1133-1134), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
thou seest I am Worth thus much in bare velvet.
By Tucca, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1220-1221), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
"
He fights with skill, but does most vilye lye.
By Crispinus, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1274), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Farewell stinckers, I smell thy meaning Screech-owl, I do though I stop my nose.
By Tucca, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1284-1285), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
courtesy
For a true courtier furnish't courtier hath such force, though his tongue faints, his very legs discourse.

By Sir Walter Terill, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1336-1337; 1339-1340), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Baldness
for and there stucke a nose and two eyes in his pate, he might weare two faces vnder one hood.
By Sir Vaughan, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1445-1446), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
 
charge thy spirits, To waite more close, and neere thee
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN1605-1606), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Speech
Right little Twinckler, right he says because thou speak’st no better, thou can'st not keep a good tongue in thy head.
By Tucca, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1916-1918), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
For, if of all the bodies parts, the head Be the most royall: if discourse, wit, Iudgement , And all our vnderstanding faculties , Sit there in their high Court of Parliament, Enacting lawes to sway this humorous world: This little He of Man: needes must that crowne, Which stands vpon this supreame head, be faire, And helde inualuable, and that crownes the Haire: The head that wants this honour stands awry, Is bare in name and in authority.
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN1454-1463), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
At our birth we possess it, at our death it leaves us not Our hair grows in our grave, and that aloneLooks fresh, when all our other beauty’s gone.
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1471-1472), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Against Baldness
That the foure Elements take pride to weare The fashion of it: when Firemost bright does burne, The flames to golden lockes doe striue to turne; When her lasciuious armes the Water hurles, About theshoares wast, sleeke head she curles: And rorid cloudesbeing suckt into the Ayre, When downe they melt to, hangs like fine siluer hayre You see the Earth (whose head so oft is shorne) Frighted to feele her lockes so rudely torne, Stands with her haire an end, and (thus afraide) Turnes euery haire to a greene naked blade. Besides, when (strucke with griefe) we we long to dye, We that most, which most does beautifie
By Horace, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1474-1486), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
In prays of it
True M. Horace, for a bald reason is a reason that has no haires vpon’t, a scuruy scalded reason.
By Sir Vaughan, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1494), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
the other parts Legitimate. Blu:
If a Bare head (being like a dead-man's scull) puts us in mind of Death.
By Crispinus, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1820), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Heaven the head or crown of earth The head or crown ofEarth, and yet that's bald, All creatures in it bald; thelovely Sun, Has a face sleek as gold; the full-cheeked Moone, but sometime blazingStarres,
By Crispinus, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1825-1835), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Descend more low; looke through mans fiue-folde sence,Of all, the Eye, beares greatest eminence; And yet that's balde, the haires that like a lace,
By Crispinus, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN 1836-1838), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
hee whose yeares doe rise, To their full height, yet not balde, is not wise. The Head is Wisedomes house, Haire but the thatch, Haire? It 's the basest stubble; in scorne of it, This Prouerbe sprung, he has more haire then wit: Marke you not in derision how we call,A head growne thicke with haire, Bush-naturall?
By Crispinus, in Satiro-mastix: or, The Untrussing of the humorous poet (TLN1849-1855), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 42v
 
Plays
Dekker
His quarrels, and that common fence, his law
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN 1764), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
He's not cloven , my lord, that I can see.
By Servant, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN 1835, 1932-1933), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
else Iʼd not doʼt to win more than ten cheaters do at a rifling
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1936-1937), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Throw both your duties and respects on him
By Viola, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1969), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
and made haste in, as if my looks had worked with him to give him a stool.
By George, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2001-2002), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Iʼm sure I have his best clothes on, and I scorn to give place to any that is inferior in apparel to me. Thatʼs an axiom, a principle, and is observed as much as the fashion.
By George, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2010-2012), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
A noble youth he was, but lesser branches , Hindʼring the greaterʼs growth , must be lopped offAnd feed the fire.
By Duke, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2180-2182), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
till heʼs more cold than a citizenʼs country house in January
By Doctor's Man, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2218-2219), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Nay, I know not that; but he talks like a Justice of Peace , of a thousand matters, and to no purpose.
By George, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2320-2321), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Ay, but, George, that painted cloth is worthy to be hanged up for lying.
By Viola, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2332), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
This longing has made you come short of many a good thing that you might have had from my master.
By George, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2346-2347), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
O son, Wisely to fear is to be free from fear.
By Anselmo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2431), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
O my lord, these cloaks are not for this rain ; the tempest is too great.
By Fluello, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2459-2460), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Lovers watch minutes lyke astronomers.
By Duke, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2522), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
I made him a scholar, and he made himself a fool.
By Madman, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN2628-2629), Thomas Dekker
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r
 
Send hence y our mild r spirits. let wrath join in confederacy with y our weapons points if he proceed to vex us, let your swords Seek out his bowels.
By Duke, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN23-26), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
the sea of lov r s rage Comes rushing with so strong a tide it beats & bears down all respects of life of honour, of friends &c..
By Duke, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN65-67), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
 
So much mettle in him as is in a cobbl r s awle. he would ha' been a vexed thing; he and his train had blown wyou up. but that their powder has taken the wet of Cowards. You'll bleed three pottles of Alicant, by this light, if you follow 'em, and then we shall have a hole made in a wrong place, surgeons would have rould wyou to have surgeons roll thee up like a baby in swaddling clouts.
By Mattheo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN95-100), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Here's a coil for a dead commodity! 'Sfoot women when thethey are alive are but dead Comodities, for you shall have one woman lie upon many mens hands.
By Mattheo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN105-107), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Strange feeders they are indeed, my lord, and, like y our jest r or young courti r, will ent r upon any man's trencher with out bidding
By Mattheo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN123-124), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Sland r the beggar's sin lies sin of fools. Or any other damned impieties, On Monday let 'em be deliverèd! I swear to thee, Mattheo, by my soul, Hereafter weekly on that day I'll glue Mine eyelids down
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN134-135), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
This strange monst r honesty in y our belly? why, so: jig-makers and chroniclers shall pick something out of you. But, an I smell not you and int' a tru housebawdy-house?
By Mattheo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN155), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
 
By this hand do wyou I'll discharge at my day, by this hand.
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN203-204), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
You ha' cast off all your old swaggering humours?
By Viola, in The Honest Whore, Part I (None), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
I am powder and touch-box, if they put fire once into me.
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN215-216), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
He's a very mandrake, or else, God bless us, one o'these whiblins
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN225-226), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
it wants the virtue which all women's tongues have (to ang r their husbands.
By Viola, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN239-240), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Lean r then the new moone.
By Viola, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN258-259), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
As secret as y our midwife or barb r surgeon
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN267), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
or els let me nev r know what a secret is.
By Fustigo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN300-301), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
 
 
you'll To hook in a kind gentleman
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1067), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
wyou have no soul ;that makes you weigh so light heaven's treasure bought it & half a
crown hath sold it. For [your] body it's like the Common shore that still receives all the town's filth
the sin of many men is with in wyou,
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1086-1089), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
e O, you're as base as any beast that bears,
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1099), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Like bears and apes, you're baited
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1134), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
A harlot is like Dunkirk true
to none swallows both English Spanish & fulsome Dutch, Back-doored Italian, last of all the French
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN117), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Methinks A toad is happier than a whore
That with one poison swells, with thousands more theother stocks her veins.
By Hippolito, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1125-1127), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 

, yt was more easie for him in one night to make fifty queans than to
make one of them honest again in fifty years.
By Mattheo, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1675-1676), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v
 
Close, as the fist of a courtier
By Servant, in The Honest Whore, Part I (TLN1717), Thomas Dekker
in Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82, f.2v