| 1 | 0–0 | 304 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.72 | NOctem peccatis, & fraudibus obiice nubem. There is no such fine time to play the knave in, as the night. I am… |
| 2 | 1–1 | 416 | unassigned | | AT a solemn feast of the Triumuiri in Rome, it was seen and observed, that the birds ceased to sing, & sat sol… |
| 3 | 2–14 | 441 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.79 | How say you, my masters, do you not laugh at him for a Coxcomb? Why, he hath made a Prologue longer than his P… |
| 4 | 15–65 | 476 | unassigned | | A couple of pretty boys, if they would wash their faces, and were well breeched an hour or two. The rest of th… |
| 5 | 66–100 | 487 | unassigned | | By my troth, they have voices as clear as Crystal: this is a pretty thing, if it be for nothing but to go a-be… |
| 6 | 101–110 | 438 | T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness | 0.72 | A small matter. I know one spent in less than a year, eight and fifty pounds in mustard, and another that ran … |
| 7 | 111–125 | 542 | T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness | 0.78 | Tell me, I pray, wherefore was gold laid under our feet in the veins of the earth, but that we should contemn … |
| 8 | 126–155 | 456 | T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness | 0.74 | Heigh ho. Here is a coil in deed to bring beggars to stocks. I promise you truly, I was almost asleep; I thoug… |
| 9 | 156–194 | 535 | unassigned | | I like thy moderation wondrous well: And this thy balance, weighing the white glass And black, with equal pois… |
| 10 | 195–261 | 522 | T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c | 0.77 | My liege, what cravest thou at thy vassals hands? Hypocrisy, how it can change his shape! How base is pride fr… |
| 11 | 262–327 | 521 | unassigned | | But when to ripen harvest I was forced, To make my rays more fervent than I wont, For Daphne's wrongs and scap… |
| 12 | 328–331 | 507 | unassigned | | What is eclipsed, will one day shine again: Though winter frowns, the Spring will ease my pain. Time, from the… |
| 13 | 332–393 | 508 | unassigned | | Vertumnus, call Orion. Orion, Urion, Arion; my Lord thou must look upon: Orion, gentleman dog-keeper, huntsman… |
| 14 | 394–460 | 509 | unassigned | | And they will dive and swim when you bid them: Some butchers, and they worry sheep by night: Some cooks, and t… |
| 15 | 461–488 | 447 | unassigned | | A broken staff, a lame right hand I had, If thou wert all the stay that held me up. Nihil violentum perpetuum.… |
| 16 | 489–514 | 464 | unassigned | | Sped well, or ill sir, I drink to you on the same: Is your throat clear to help us to sing, hooky, hooky? Hook… |
| 17 | 515–527 | 488 | unassigned | | ay, ay, nought seek, nought have: an ill husband is the first step to a knave. You object I feed none at my bo… |
| 18 | 528–550 | 506 | unassigned | | Plough-swains are blunt, and will taunt bitterly. Harvest, when all is done, thou art the man, Thou dost me th… |
| 19 | 551–563 | 513 | T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns | 0.66 | What, Bacchus: still animus in patinis, no mind but on the pot? Why, Summer, Summer, how wouldst do, but for r… |
| 20 | 564–600 | 472 | T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns | 0.83 | Thou want'st no liquour, nor no flesh and blood. I pray thee may I ask without offence? How many tons of wine … |
| 21 | 601–608 | 531 | T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns | 0.82 | Now on my honour, Sim Summer, thou art a bad member, a dunce, a mongrel, to discredit so worshipful an art aft… |
| 22 | 609–680 | 529 | unassigned | | I'll call my servants to account said I? A bad account: worse servants no man hath. Quos credis sides effuge, … |
| 23 | 681–750 | 542 | unassigned | | servos fideles liberalitaes facit: Where on the contrary, servitutem: Those that attend upon illiberal Lords, … |
| 24 | 751–816 | 486 | unassigned | | Famamalum, quo non velocius ullum. Next them, a company of ragged knaves, Sun-bathing beggars, lazy hedge-cree… |
| 25 | 817–886 | 486 | T35 Fools, wit and railing | 0.67 | And as it is the spittle-house's guise, Over the gate to write their founders names, Or on the outside of thei… |
| 26 | 887–923 | 480 | unassigned | | Blessed is that government where no art thrives, Vox populi, vex Dei: The vulgars' voice, it is the voice of G… |
| 27 | 924–982 | 453 | unassigned | | Winter, with patience unto my grief, I have attended thy invective tale: So much untruth wit never shadowed: '… |
| 28 | 983–1054 | 488 | unassigned | | Pleaseth your honour, all he says, is false. For my own part I love good husbandry, But hate dishonourable cov… |
| 29 | 1055–1072 | 503 | unassigned | | What sayst thou? hast thou made a good batch? I pray thee give me a new loaf. Christmas, how chance thou com's… |
| 30 | 1073–1086 | 487 | unassigned | | ay, ay, such wise men as you, come to beg at such fools doors as we be. Thou shutst thy door, how should we be… |
| 31 | 1087–1135 | 479 | unassigned | | Christmas, I tell thee plain, thou art a snudge. And wert not that we love thy father well, Thou shouldst have… |
| 32 | 1136–1177 | 485 | unassigned | | More I will use, if more I may prevail: backwinter comes but seldom forth abroad, But when he comes, he pinche… |
| 33 | 1178–1220 | 483 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.83 | To wait upon her till she be returned. Autumn, I charge thee, when that I am dead, Be priest and serviceable a… |
| 34 | 1221–1223 | 516 | unassigned | | Ulysses a Dwarf, and the prolocutor for the Grecians, gave me leave that am a pigmy, to do an Embassage to you… |