Hot as a turnspit, nimble as a Fencer, lousy as a scholem.
By George Py-bord, in The Puritan Widow (TLN170-172), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

His Belly is much beholdḡ to His Brains.
By George Py-bord, in The Puritan Widow (TLN1215), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

Charity fro a puritan? I’ll soon expect mcy fro an usurer, when my Bond’s forfeited; kindn fro a Lawyer, wn my money’s spent. I look for Relief from him, wn Lucifer is restor’d to his bloud, & in Heav. again.
By Captain Idle, in The Puritan Widow (TLN444-449), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

I’ll tell thee All &; we’ll steep or Eyes in Laughter.
By George Py-bord, in The Puritan Widow (TLN1473-1474), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

It sticks like ship-pitch on a Mariners Coat.
By Captain Idle, in The Puritan Widow (TLN1604-52), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

-- Shakes, As if there were an Earthquake in his Loins.
By George Py-bord, in The Puritan Widow (TLN1604-52), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77

pd one half in hand & took Domesday for ye other.
By Muckhill, in The Puritan Widow (TLN2241-2242), Anonymous
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 77