| 1 | 0–75 | 503 | unassigned | | SEe Brother how the wicked throng and crowd To works of Vanity! not a nook, or corner In all this house of sin… |
| 2 | 76–152 | 512 | unassigned | | Indeed it something pricks my Conscience, I come to sell 'em Pins and Looking-glasses. I have their custom too… |
| 3 | 153–219 | 511 | unassigned | | Why so is that like thine. Dost thou not see, 'Tis not the glass but thy deformity That makes this ugly shape;… |
| 4 | 220–293 | 526 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.78 | Yes sister, Birthright: and a Crown beside, Put on before the Altar of Apollo By his dear Priest Phenomoe, she… |
| 5 | 294–361 | 506 | unassigned | | And as my Lady takes deserved place Of thy light Mistress, so yield thou to me, Fantastic Mime. Fond Satire wh… |
| 6 | 362–426 | 497 | T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation | 0.78 | I were unworthy if I should Appeal from his tribunal; Be it so: I doubt not but his censure runs with me: Neve… |
| 7 | 427–491 | 520 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.78 | REceive your places. The first that we present are the Extremes of a virtue necessary in our Conversation, cal… |
| 8 | 492–562 | 518 | T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy | 0.84 | jealous? I ha'not cause for't: my wife's honest; Dost see my horns? Dost? if thou dost, Write Cuckold in my fo… |
| 9 | 563–630 | 469 | unassigned | | Who be these? They look like Presumption and Despair. And such they are. That is Aphobius, one that out of an … |
| 10 | 631–704 | 484 | unassigned | | Squibs and crackers? I hope there be none here! slid, squibs and crackers! The mere Epitomies of the Gunpowder… |
| 11 | 705–759 | 477 | unassigned | | 'Twas the shadow Sir of yourself. Trust me a mere reflection. I will trust thee. What Glass is that? A trick t… |
| 12 | 760–824 | 479 | unassigned | | And I do think there is no pleasure at all But in contemning pleasures; Happy Niobe And blessed Daphne, and al… |
| 13 | 825–879 | 464 | unassigned | | That is indeed a Prospect fit for me. He cannot see a stock or stone, but presently He wishes to be turned to … |
| 14 | 880–938 | 454 | unassigned | | Thence to th'exchange. No, to the Tavern Father. Be a good husband boy, follow my counsel. Your counsel? No da… |
| 15 | 939–1001 | 496 | unassigned | | Sir, I overheard your wise instructions, And wonder at the gravity of your counsel. This wild unbridled boy is… |
| 16 | 1002–1063 | 493 | unassigned | | How like you now my art? is't not a subtle one? Now out upon thee thou lewd reprobate! Thou man of sin, and sh… |
| 17 | 1064–1130 | 499 | unassigned | | And 'cause there is such swarms of heresies rising: I'll have an Artist frame two wondrous weathercocks Of Gol… |
| 18 | 1131–1190 | 473 | unassigned | | 'Twill put down Bodlies, and the Vatican. Royal Banausus! how many Spheres fly you Above the earthy dull Micro… |
| 19 | 1191–1254 | 486 | unassigned | | Very well; And yet you would make me a Constable. I'll evidently demonstrate that of all men Your Carpentes ar… |
| 20 | 1255–1316 | 469 | unassigned | | I'll see it. Honour is a babies rattle, And let blind Fortune where she will, bestow her; Lay me on earth, and… |
| 21 | 1317–1375 | 461 | unassigned | | I go, that want no worth to merit honour; 'Tis honour that wants worth to merit me. Fortune, thou arbitress of… |
| 22 | 1376–1439 | 456 | unassigned | | Not yet stirred? 'Tis done of mere contempt, he will not now Be angry, to express his scorn of me. 'Tis above … |
| 23 | 1440–1501 | 482 | unassigned | | A good wish, Savouring as well discretion, as bold valour: Think not of such a baffled ass as this, More stone… |
| 24 | 1502–1572 | 499 | unassigned | | The next are the extremes of Truth, Alazon one that arrogates that to himself which is not his, and Eiron one … |
| 25 | 1573–1647 | 523 | unassigned | | keth-mans' precedent. Sir, I have no skill In any thing, if I have any, 'tis In languages, but yet insooth I s… |
| 26 | 1648–1726 | 517 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.79 | Excellent good, proceed. Without remorse Each star and planet kept their wont course. What here could fright▪ … |
| 27 | 1727–1779 | 501 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.75 | Why good sir bring me but acquainted them. There is a glass within shows you yourself By a reflection; go and … |
| 28 | 1780–1842 | 510 | T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim | 0.73 | Our Sow ne'er washes, yet she has a face Me thinks as cleanly, Madam, as yours is▪ If you durst wear your own.… |
| 29 | 1843–1911 | 510 | unassigned | | What pity 'tis he is not impudent! Nay all my cost I see is spent in vain; I having, as your Ladyship knows fu… |
| 30 | 1912–1979 | 497 | unassigned | | So he will prove a Stoic; I long to have a Stoic strut before me: Here kiss my hand. Come what is that in Lati… |
| 31 | 1980–2065 | 498 | unassigned | | Plus, say, what hopes of gain brings this day's sin? Anais kyntia Sir was at door Brought by the Constable. Se… |
| 32 | 2066–2134 | 499 | unassigned | | Tell him we are pleased to think 'twas he offended. Will must be law: were't not for Summum Ius, How could the… |
| 33 | 2135–2162 | 512 | unassigned | | This is Agroicus, a rustic clownish fellow, whose discourse is all Country; An extreme of urbanity, whereby yo… |
| 34 | 2163–2233 | 507 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.70 | This is the other extreme of Urbanity; Bomolocus a fellow conceited of his own wit, though indeed it be nothin… |
| 35 | 2234–2302 | 514 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.72 | Now there's none left here, whereon to practise, I'll flatter my dear self— o that my skill Had but a body, th… |
| 36 | 2303–2378 | 525 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.74 | Then I'll stay; I hate a Virtue That will be made a Cardinal: Cardinal virtues, Next to Pope-vertues, are most… |
| 37 | 2379–2448 | 527 | T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions | 0.80 | Give me the moderate cup of lawful pleasures, And I am Temperance. Take me wealths just steward, And call me L… |
| 38 | 2449–2515 | 521 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.78 | There is! sent hither by the great Apollo, Who in the world's bright eye and every day Set in his Car of light… |