Walk yourself till you be cool: y our choler may founđfounder you else
By Brainworm, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.27-8), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 13

Leave thy vigilant Father alone to number over his green
Apricots evening, & morning on the North Wall Wall
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.2.64-65), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

– play the
Hesperian Dragon with my Fruit
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.2.89), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 27

Drake’s old ship at Detford may sooner circle the
world again
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.93-94), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 29

Well, if he read this with patience, I’ll be gelt, & troll
Ballads for Mr. John Trundle yonder the rest of my Mortality
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.46-47), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 29

--rare, & un–in-one-breath-utterable skill
By Matthew, in Every Man in his Humour (1.5.98), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68

I love a cleanly, & quiet privacy Above all the
Tumult & the Roar of fortune
By Bobadill, in Every Man in his Humour (1.5.39-40), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68

a man have not skill in the hawking and hunting languages nowadays, I'll not give a rush for him. They are more studied
than the Greek or Latin
By Master Stephen, in Every Man in his Humour (1.5.39-40), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68

Against poëts. To make a child now swadled to
proceed Man, & then shoot up in one beard, & weed
past threescore years: Or with 3 rusty swords, And help
of some few foot & half foot words Fight over
York & Lancasters long jars, And in the tiring house
bring wounds to scars.
By Prologue, in Every Man in his Humour (Prologue.6-12), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68

neither Chorus wafts you
ore the seas, Nor creaking Throne comes down the
boys to please; Nor nimble squib is seen, to make
afeard the Gentlewomen; nor rolled Bullet heard
To say it thunders, nor tempestuous drum rum
bles to tell you, when the storm doth come.
By Prologue, in Every Man in his Humour (Prologue.15-20), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 68

Ever Man in His Humour. Jonson
Intrusion
I would not have you to intrude yourselfIn every gentleman’s society Till their affections or your own desert Do worthily invite you to the place
By Knowell, in Every Man in his Humour (1.1.57-60), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

railing"
The modest paper e’en looks pale for grief To feel her virgin cheek defiled and stained With such a black and criminal inscription. Well, I had thought my son could not have strayedSo far from judgement as to mart himself.
By Knowell, in Every Man in his Humour (1.1.165-169), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

Patient
oft taking physic makes a man a very patient creature.
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.2.48-49), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

worth
one whose lowest condition bears the stamp of a great spirit
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (1.2.77-78), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

drunkenness
Perhaps he swallowed a tavern token
By Cob, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.34), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

now doth he creep and wriggle into acquaintance
By Cob, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.45), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

"
your dearth of judgement
By Bobadill, in Every Man in his Humour (1.3.176), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

To stale himself in all societies
By Kitely, in Every Man in his Humour (1.4.47), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

Lust
Beware When mutual pleasure sways the appetite , And spirits of one kind and qualityDo meet to parley in the pride of blood
By Kitely, in Every Man in his Humour (1.4.155-158), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

foolish
I’ll have my judgement burned in the ear for a rogue . Make much of thy vein, for it is inimitable
By Edward, in Every Man in his Humour (2.3.25-26), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

inconstant
that thought is like the moon in the last quarter ; ’twill change shortly.
By Wellbred, in Every Man in his Humour (2.3.43-44), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

A gull
I can compare him to nothing more happily than a barber’s virginals
By Wellbred, in Every Man in his Humour (2.3.162), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

smooth-fronted
By Knowell, in Every Man in his Humour (2.2.28), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r

C. & M. a pair of royal nobles
By unidentified, in Every Man in his Humour (unknown), Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 41r