I care not a beanestalke for [the] best what lack you on you all, no not [the] next day after Simon and Jude; when you go a feasting to Westminster [with] your galleyfoist and your pot guns, to [the] very terror of [the] paper-whales, when you land in shoals, and make [the] understanders in Cheapside, wonder to see ships swim 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 the kings liege people fall down and worship the devil and
saint Dunstan, when your whifflers are hanged in chains, and Hercules' club spits fire
about the pageants, though the poor children catch cold, that shew like painted cloth,
and are / only kept alive with sugar- plums:
By Clod, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

I have seen your processions, and
heard your lions and camels make speeches, instead of Grace before and after
dinner.
By Clod, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

thou, that wert begot upon an hay-mow, bred in thy father's stable,
and out-dunged his cattle; thou that at one ofand twenty, wert only able to write a sheep's -
mark in tar, and read thy own capital letter, like a gallows upon a cow's
buttock; you that allow no Scripture canonical, but an Almanac.
By Gettings, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

be content to marry with Malkin in the country, (-she can churn well, and humble herself behind a hedge -) for this lady is no lettuce for your lips.
By Gettings, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.1), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

now [the] dead had buried [the] earth.
By Soldier, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.2), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

Thus look'd [the] moone, when [with] her virgin fires / Shee went in progress to [the] mountain Latmos, / To visit her Endymion, yet I injure your beauty, to compare it to her orb / Of silver light [the] Sun from [which] she borrows / [that] makes her by [the] nightly lamp of heaven, / Has in his stock of beams not half your lustre, / Enrich [the] earth still [with] your sacred presence / Upon each object throw a glorious star, / Created by your sight, [that] when [the] learned / Astronomer comes forth to examine heaven, / He may find two, and be himself divided, / [which] he should first contemplate.
By Courtier, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.2), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

if thou hast made thy will, let them prove it when thou art dead, and bury thee accordingly: thy wife will have cause to thank me; it will be a good hearing to the poor of the parish, happy man be his dole; besides, the Blue-coats can but comfort thy kindred with singing and rejoicing at thy funeral.
By Clod, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.3), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

By my cart and by my plough, my dun mare, and best red cow, by my barn and fattest wether, my grounds and all my state together, In thy love I overtake thee, else my whistling quite forsake me. .
By Clod, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.3), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r

My desires have the same ambition
By Soldier, in Contention for Honour and Riches (1.3), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76r