rather, unlettered, or ratherest, unconfirmed fashion
By Holofernes, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1165-1168), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

To see great Hercules whipping
a Gig, And profound Solomon to tune a Jig And Nestor
play at push-pin with the boys, And critic Timon
Laugh at idle toys
By Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1504-1507), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

Sharp, & sententious, pleseant without scurrility. Witty
without AffectoñAffection. audacious bold without impudency.
By Sir Nathaniel, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1742-1744), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

- The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen, as is the Razors Edge invisible, cutting a smaller
Hair than may be seen.
By Boyet, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2172-2174), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

This fellow pecks up Wit, as pigeons pease, & utters it
again.
He is Wits- peddler & retails his Wares
By Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2240-2242), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

-- that vizard that superfluous Case, That hid the
worse, & show'd the better face.
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2316-2317), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

--no man's blood in's belly, than will sup a flea
By Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2647-2648), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

Fat paunches make lean wits, and grosser bits
Enrich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits The Optic Glass of Humors
By Longauill, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN30-31), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 276r (rev)

Of Study
Study is like the Heavens glorious Sun That will not be deep searched with saucy Looks Small have continual Plodders ever won Save base Authority from other books
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN89-92), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v

Of a Vain fellow
One whom the music of his own vain Tongue Doth ravish like enchanting Harmony
By Ferdinand, King of Navarre, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN177-178), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v

of a Merry Men -
-- but a merrier man, Within the Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Which his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger hearers are quite ravished So sweet and Voluble is his Discourse.
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN559-568), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 14v

Of Cupid Love
----- Don Cupid Regent of Love Rhymes, Lord of folded Arms the annointed sovereign of Sighs and groans Liege of all loiterers and malcontents Dread Prince of Plackets King of Codpieces
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN947-950), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15

A whitely Wanton with a velvet brow With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN962-963), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15

Of Men of Wit in Love
None are so surely caught when they are catched, As Wit turned fool: Folly in Wisdom hatched Hath Wisdoms Warrant, and the help of School And Wits own Grace to grace a learned fool
By Princess of France, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1959-1966), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a Flout Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2329-2331), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15

a flatterers is favorite
Some carry Tales some Please-Man, some slight Zany Some mumble-news some Trencher Knight, some Dick That smiles his Cheek in the ars and knows the trick To make my lady laugh when she's disposed
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2402-2405), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v

Of a heavy Eye
You leer upon me, do you? There's an Eye Wounds like a leaden sword
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2419-2420), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v

Of a Mocker and a Remedy for it
The Worlds large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with Mocks Full of Comparisons and wounding Flouts, Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit.
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2803-2807), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v

---your task shall be, With all the fierce endeavour of your Wit To enforce the pained Impotent to smile.
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2813-2815), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v

--That’s the way to choke a Gibing Spirit Whose Influence is begot of that loose Grace Which shallow laughing Hearers give to Fools A jests prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the Tongue Of him that makes it---
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2819-2824), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 15v

Run away for Shame Alisander
By Costard, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2532-2533), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16r

of a bad Actor/
Of Modesty/
foolish mild man an honest man look you and soon dashed. He is a marvelous good Neighbour in faith, and a very good Bowler: but for Alexander alas you see how 'tis a little ore-parted
By Costard, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2533-2536), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16r

I here protest, by By this white Glove how White the hand, God knows
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2342-2343), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16r