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⊕    An humerous dayes mirth, Folger Shakespeare Library STC 4987 copy 1
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Don. e. 6
⊕    Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous c. 34
⊕    Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28
⊕    Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3
⊕    Bodleian Library MS English poetry e. 14
⊕    Bodleian Library MS English Poetry e. 97
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 142
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 18
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 53
⊕    Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 97
⊕    British Library Additional MS 10309
⊕    British Library Additional MS 18044
⊕    British Library Additional MS 22608
⊕    British Library Additional MS 41063
⊕    British Library Additional MS 64078
⊕    British Library Lansdowne MS 1185
⊕    British Library Sloane MS 161
⊕    Folger MS V.a.226 vol. 1
⊕    Folger MS V.a.226 vol. 2
⊕    Folger MS V.a.87
⊕    Harvard MS Fr. 487
⊕    Shakespeare Birthplace Trust Record Office ER 82
⊕    University of Chicago MS 824
⊕    William Salt Library MS 308-40

Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117 - Results found: 45

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If I freely may discover
what please me in my lover
I would have her fair and witty
Savouring more of court than city
A little proud, but full of pity
Light and humorous in her toying
Oft building hopes and soon destroying
Neither too easy, nor to hard
All extremes, I would have barred
By Crispinus, in Poetaster (2.2.135-144), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 30v
 
She should be allowed her passions
So they were but used as fashions
Sometimes froward and then frowning
Sometimes sickish, and then swowning
Every fit with change still crowning.
Purely jealous I would have her
Then only constant when I crave her
'Tis a vertue should not save her
Thus nor her Delicates would cloy me
Neither her peevishness annoy me

By Hermogenes, in Poetaster (2.2.150-159), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 30v
 
Ben Johnsons Seianus
Your idle, virtuous definitions
Keep Honour poor, and are as scorned as vain.
Those deeds breathe Honor, that do suck in gain
By Sejanus, in Sejanus His Fall (1.331-332), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 149v (rev)
 
Go, and speed
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need
By Sejanus, in Sejanus His Fall (1.365-366), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 149v (rev)
 
Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant; And of all tame a flatterer!
By Arruntius, in Sejanus His Fall (1.437-438), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 149v (rev)
 
obloquies
If they despisèd be, they die suppressed
If with rage acknowledged, they are confessed
By Cordus, in Sejanus His Fall (3.439-441), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 149v (rev)
 

Things won are done joy's soul lies in the doing.
That she belov'd knows naught that knows not this
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is
that she was never yet, that ever knew
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach
Achievement, is command: ungained beseech
That though my heart's contents firm love doth bear
Nothinge from of that shall from mine eyes appear
By Cressida, in Troilus and Cressida (TLN444-453), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 156v (rev)
 
Much better is it to weep for joy then to joy at weeping
By Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing (TLN30-31), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 156v (rev)
 
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
By Helena, in A Midsummer Night's Dream (TLN248-249), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 156v (rev)
 
Tis beauty truly blent whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy
By Viola, in Twelfth Night (TLN530-535), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
 
Fare ye well at once, my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet
so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell tales of me
By Sebastian, in Twelfth Night (TLN646-648), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
 
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write w looks like wt or wth in man. _BR
a goose-pen no matter
By Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night (TLN1427-1428), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
 
Your pardon Sir. For this, I'll blush you thanks.
By Perdita, in Winter's Tale (TLN2457-2458), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 162r (rev)
 
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the
fish that hath fed of that worm
By Hamlet, in Hamlet (TLN2691-2694), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a' find it stopping a bunghole?
By Hamlet, in Hamlet (TLN3391-3392), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Imperial Caesar dead and turned to clay
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away
Oh that, that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
By Hamlet, in Hamlet (TLN3400-3403), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Be not secure, none switflier are oppressed
Than they whom confidence betrays to rest.
By Sejanus, in Sejanus His Fall (2.2.206-207), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Obloquies: If they despised be, they die suppressed
But if with rage acknowledged they are confessed.
By Cordus, in Sejanus His Fall (3.1.439-441), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Favours are writ in dust, but stripes we feel
Depraved nature stamps in lasting steel
By Mendozo, in The Malcontent (2.3.48-49), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Sooner hard steel will melt with Southern wind
A seaman's whistle calm the Ocean
A town of on fire be extinct with tears
By Pietro Iacomo, in The Malcontent (4.3.32-34), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
She that through force her limbs with lust enrolls,
Wants Cleopatra's asps and Portia's coals.
By Maquerelle, in The Malcontent (5.3.31-32), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
Hood an Ass with reverend purple so you can hide his two ambitious ears, and he shall pass for a Cathedral Doctor
By Mosca, in Volpone (1.2.111-113), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f.164r (rev)
 
who getts the opinion for a virtuous name
may sin at pleasur and ne'er think of shame/.
By Mother, in A Mad World, My Masters (1.1.181-182), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
Why should I be bound for mine own money?
By Sir Bounteous, in A Mad World, My Masters (2.4.51-52), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
your breath wants airing
By Donna Zoya, in The Fawn (2.390), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
his calues are sunk into his toes.
By Gonzago, in The Fawn (2.543-544), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
Nature's hand shook when she was in making, for the red that should have
spread her cheeks, nature let fall upon her nose, the white of her
skin slipped into her eyes, and the gray of her eyes leapt before his time
inot her hair, and the yellowness of her hair fell without providence into her teeth.
By Hercules, in The Fawn (3.79-85), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
Drunkness , O it is a most fluent and swelling virtue, sure the most just of all virtues, is justic itself, for if it chance to oppress and take too much, it presently restores it again
It makes the king and the peasant equal, for if they are both drunk alike
they are both beasts alike
By Hercules, in The Fawn (5.163-168), John Marston
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
It is as proper to our age to cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
as it is common for the younger sort to lack discretion
By Polonius, in Hamlet (TLN1012-1015), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 164v (rev)
 
And you shall find the greatest enemy
That man can find have is his prosperity.
By Epistle, in Philotas (Epistle), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
In court men longest live and keep their ranks
By taking injuries, and giving thanks
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.60-61), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
Now good my Lord conform you to the rest
Let not your wings be greater then your nest
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.156-157), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
Alas good soul would you have me conceal
That which yourself could not but needs reveal?
By Thais, in Philotas (3.2.967-968), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
For treason taken ere the birth, doth come
Abortive, and her womb is made her tomb.
By Clitus, in Philotas (3.3.1085-1086), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
Such the rewards of great employments are
Hate kills in peace, whom fortune spares in war
By Philotas, in Philotas (3.3.1717-1718), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
When punishment like lightning should appeare
To few men hurt, but unto all men's fear.
By Chorus, in Philotas (3.3.2121-2122), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
Supple her hart, with hopes of kind relief
Give words of oil, unto her wounds of grief: / - /
By Octavius, in Cleopatra (1.2), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
My vagabond desires no limits found
For lust is endless, pleasure has no bound.
By Cleopatra, in Cleopatra (1.1.163), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
In vain does man contend against the stars
For what he seeks to make his wisdom mars
By Rodon, in Cleopatra (4.1.1045-1046), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)
 
chaste credit?
chaste, for like a maid
Once falsely broke, it ever lives decayed.
By Lady Castiza, in The Phoenix (8.19-21), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)
 
And those that gain all with this Curse receive it
From fools they get it, to their sons they leave it.
By Quieto, in The Phoenix (15.339-340), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)
 
Whose fortunes are at your disposing set.
Uncle, and father are in you both met.
By First Gentleman, in The Phoenix (6.103-104), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)
 
They least know
That are above the tedious steps below.
By Phoenix, in The Phoenix (4.228-229), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)
 
Be mild still
It is honor to forgive those you could kill:
By Phoenix, in The Phoenix (12.199-200), Thomas Middleton
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)
 
Fat paunches make lean wits, and grosser bits
Enrich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits
By Longauill, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN30-31), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)