Come, come, you cannot scold With confidence, nor with grace; you should look big and swear you are no gamester; practise dice and cards a little better, you will get many confusions and fine curses by it.
By Mistress Carol,
in Hyde Park (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
Temptations will shake thy innocence, | No more than waves [that] climb a rock, [wich] soon | betray
their weakness, and discover thee, | more clear and more impregnable.
By Trier,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
I have a natural sympathy [with] fair ones;| As they do , I do; there's no handsome woman| complains [that] she has lost her
maidenhead, | but I wish mine had been lost [with] it.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (2.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 86v
A thing before I thought to advise you of; Your words of hard concoction, your rude poetry, Have much impaired my health, try sense another while And calculate some prose according to The elevation of our pole at London, As says the learned almanack
By Mistress Carol,
in Hyde Park (2.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Ile speake our owne English, | hang these affected straines, ^wch wee sometimes | practise to please
ye curiosity| of talking ladies; | by this lip thou art welcome; | Ile sweare an hundred oaths vpon yr booke, and please you. x Vagaries, he, whinzies.
By Lord Bonvile,
in Hyde Park (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Were every petty maor you possess | a kingdom, and [the] blood of many princes | united in your veins
[with] these had you| a person [that] had more attraction | than poesy can furnish love withall:
By Julietta,
in Hyde Park (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 87r
Some Dolphin has preserved him in the storm
Or may be tenant to some whale within
Whose belly he may practise lent
By Lacy,
in Hyde Park (1.1),
James Shirley
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v
such a malicious piece I mean to love 'tis pity any place but a cold
nunnery should be troubled with her if all
maides were but her disciples we should have no
generation and the world for want of children in few years undone
by it =
By Lacy,
in Hyde Park (1.1),
James Shirley
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 5v