Rather this: or ratherest that
By Holofernes, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1165-1168), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

To see great Hercules whippḡ
a Gig, And pfound Solomon turning a Jig And Nestor
play at push-pin wth ye Boies, And critiq Timon
Laugh at idle toies
By Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1504-1507), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

Sharp, & sententious, pleseant out scurrility. Witty
out AffectoñAffection. bold out impudence.
By Sir Nathaniel, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN1742-1744), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

- a tongue as keen, as is ye Razors Edge, cut a smaller
Hair yn 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 picks up Wit, as pigeons pease, & utters it
again.
He is Wits- pedlar & retails his Wares =
By Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2240-2242), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

-- yt vizzard’s a superfluous Case, That hides ye
worse, & shews ye better face.
By Rosaline, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2316-2317), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 84

--no more blood of a man in him, 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 wittes, and grosser bitts
Inrich the ribs, but bankrout quite the witts . // Humo:
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 ye Heavens glorious Sun That will not be deep searchd with Sawcy 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 Musick 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 ye Limit of becoming Mirth, I never spent an hours talk withal His eye begets occasion for his Wit For every object that ye one doth catch The other turns to a mirthmoving jest, Wch his fair Tongue (Conceits Expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious Words That aged ears play Truant at his Tales And younger heerers are quite ravish’d 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 Rimes, Lord of fold’ed Arms Th’anointed Soveraigne of Sighs and groans Liege of all Loyterers and MaleContents 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 whitly Wanton with a velvet brow With two pitchbals 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 catch'd, As Wit turnd fool: Folly in Wisdom hatchd Hath Wisdoms Warrant, and ye 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 ye ars and knows ye trick To make my lady laugh when she's dispos’d
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 leere 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, Wch you on all estates will execute That lie within ye 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 ye 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 ye way to choak a Gibing Spirit Whose Influence is begot of that loose Grace Which shallow laughing Hearers give to Fools A jests prosperity lies in ye ear Of him that hears it, never in ye 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 Alexand
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 dashd. He is a marvelous good Neighbour in faith, and a very good Bowler: but for Alexander alass you see how 'tis a little oreparted
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 ye hand, God knows
By Berowne, in Love's Labour's Lost (TLN2342-2343), William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 16r