| 1 | 0–65 | 461 | T35 Fools, wit and railing | 0.74 | BUt that it would take from our modesty, To praise the Writer, or the Comedy, Till your fair suffrage crown it… |
| 2 | 66–131 | 462 | unassigned | | What is't? A noble Husband; In that word, a Noble Husband, all content of Woman Is wholly comprehended; He wil… |
| 3 | 132–194 | 477 | T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta | 0.74 | Troth (if he be nothing else) As of the Courtier; all his Songs, and Sonnets, His Anagrams, Acrostics, Epigram… |
| 4 | 195–266 | 474 | T35 Fools, wit and railing | 0.72 | Not as other men do, Few Princes fare like him; He breaks his fast With Aristotle, dines with Tully, takes His… |
| 5 | 267–344 | 517 | T35 Fools, wit and railing | 0.84 | You may my Lord securely, Since fame aloud proclaimeth her perfections, Commanding all men's tongues to sing h… |
| 6 | 345–410 | 459 | unassigned | | And grow rich In your imagination, heyday, heyday, Georgics, and Bucolics, and Bees! Art mad? No Sir, the know… |
| 7 | 411–483 | 484 | unassigned | | Was ever man that had reason thus transported From all sense and feeling of his proper good? It vexes me, and … |
| 8 | 484–547 | 481 | unassigned | | You see Eustace, How I travail to possess you of a fortune You were not borne to, be you worthy of it, I'll fu… |
| 9 | 548–609 | 490 | unassigned | | Have you done yet, and have you spoke enough In praise of learning, Sir? Never enough. But brother do you know… |
| 10 | 610–684 | 495 | T35 Fools, wit and railing | 0.79 | I say no, Unless Charles had a soul to understand it, Can he manage six thousand Crowns a year Out of the meta… |
| 11 | 685–746 | 490 | T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin | 0.81 | Tomorrow, then 's the day. Why then tomorrow I'll bring the Girl, get you the Writings ready. But hark you Mon… |
| 12 | 747–815 | 501 | unassigned | | I thank ''em for it, Long may he study to give me his state. Saw you my Mistress? Yes, she's a sweet young wom… |
| 13 | 816–876 | 495 | unassigned | | They are not Revealed to all beads; These are far above Your Element of Fire, Cook, I could tell you Of Archim… |
| 14 | 877–938 | 505 | unassigned | | Ariadne's crown's awry too, two main-stars That held it fast are slipped out. Send it presently To Gallatteo t… |
| 15 | 939–1001 | 507 | unassigned | | They are, and here I have so fettered him, That if the Elder Brother set his hand to, Not all the power of Law… |
| 16 | 1002–1064 | 456 | unassigned | | Will ye so, will you, so, Sir? I'll make one to eat it, I may chance make you stagger too. No answer, Lily? On… |
| 17 | 1065–1134 | 494 | unassigned | | And why is all this, prithee tell me Andrew? Are there any Princes to dine here today? By this abundance, sure… |
| 18 | 1135–1208 | 491 | unassigned | | So I mean 'em Sir, you play harsher play w' your elder brother. I would be loath to give you. Do not venture, … |
| 19 | 1209–1282 | 487 | T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and | 0.87 | To pass the Land I have, Sir, Unto your younger brother. Is't no more? No, no, 'tis nothing, you shall be prov… |
| 20 | 1283–1353 | 485 | unassigned | | I like this best of all, he has taken fire, His dull mist flies away. Will you write brother? No, brother no, … |
| 21 | 1354–1414 | 489 | unassigned | | You are deceived, Sir, Now I perceive what 'tis that woes a woman, And what maintains her when she's wooed. I'… |
| 22 | 1415–1472 | 499 | unassigned | | Old men are not immortal, as I take it, Is it, you look for, youth and handsomeness? I do confess my brother's… |
| 23 | 1473–1540 | 491 | unassigned | | Out of my doors. Most willingly. He shall Jew, Thou of the Tribe of Man-y-asses, Coxcomb, And never trouble th… |
| 24 | 1541–1610 | 518 | unassigned | | I'll make my way And therefore quickly leave me, or I'll force you; And having first torn off your flaunting f… |
| 25 | 1611–1677 | 495 | unassigned | | Do they chase roundly? As they were rubbed with soap, Sir, And now they swear aloud, now calm again, Like a ri… |
| 26 | 1678–1734 | 456 | T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens | 0.85 | You need not fear that, will you be a child still? He follows you, but still to look upon you, Or if he did de… |
| 27 | 1735–1794 | 505 | unassigned | | Do not, I will not hurt ye; This is to let you know, my worthiest Lady, Y' have cleared my mind, and I can spe… |
| 28 | 1795–1855 | 502 | T46 Swords, quarrels and valour | 0.90 | I must entreat her, she's parcel of my goods. she's all when you have her. Hold off your hands, unmannerly, ru… |
| 29 | 1856–1920 | 493 | unassigned | | Are you so unnatural? You shall die last Sir, I'll talk thee dead, thou art no man to fight with. Come, will y… |
| 30 | 1921–1982 | 490 | T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns | 0.82 | It is enough, my best care shall attend ye. Are you come old Master? very good, your horse Is well set up, but… |
| 31 | 1983–2050 | 488 | unassigned | | 'twill make you surfeit, I am tender of you, Y'have all y'are like to have. Can this be earnest? It seems so a… |
| 32 | 2051–2128 | 486 | unassigned | | By all means, I'll only have A Ballad made of't, sung to some lewd Tune, And the name of it shall be Justice T… |
| 33 | 2129–2212 | 507 | unassigned | | Nor will I rail nor curse, You slave, you whore, I will not meddle with you, But all the torment that ere fell… |
| 34 | 2213–2294 | 539 | unassigned | | And now I have it, leave me, y'are infectious, The plague and leprosy of your baseness spreading On all that d… |
| 35 | 2295–2362 | 491 | unassigned | | I have o'erslept myself, And lost part of the morn, but I'll recover it: Before I went to bed, I wrote some no… |
| 36 | 2363–2436 | 505 | T46 Swords, quarrels and valour | 0.79 | I'm no Gamester, Eustace, Yet I can guess your resolution stands To win or lose all; I rejoice to find ye Thus… |
| 37 | 2437–2505 | 491 | unassigned | | You of late Sir, In me loved learning. True, but take me w'ye, Charles, 'twas when young Eustace wore his hear… |
| 38 | 2506–2578 | 463 | unassigned | | Nay, then there is no jesting. Do I live, And know my father injured? And what's worse Sir, My Lady Angellina—… |
| 39 | 2579–2646 | 511 | unassigned | | I am not to be altered, to sit down With this disgrace would argue me a Peasant, And not borne noble: all rigo… |