Questions

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identifier	question
A66011	But why do I thus Rant without a cause?
A66011	Is not Concealment Policy?
A66015	s.n.,[ London?
A66010	Right or wrong, Or Life or Death, attended on my Tongue: All the three Kingdoms truckled to my Will — But what of this?
A66010	s.n.,[ London: 1678?]
A66010	was thy swell''d Ambition grown so wide, That nought but Kings could satisfie thy Pride?
A65999	Could You believe Our Royal Head would fail To Nod those down who fell before our Tail?
A65999	Or could Your Amsterdam by her commands, Make London carry Coals to warm her Hands?
A96486	But why do I thus Rant without a cause?
A96486	Is not Concealment Policy?
A65998	Could You believe Our Royal Head would fail To Nod those down who fell before our Tail?
A65998	Or could Your Amsterdam by her commands, Make London carry Coals to warm her Hands?
B06588	By an Eclipse to the unspotted Sun?
B06588	What though it be a Goal?
A15348	Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe?
A15348	Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe?
A15348	Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou goe?
A15348	Alas poore Scholler, whither wilt thou goe?
A67654	And suborn Felons MONARCHS to Destroy?
A67654	Does he hire Ruffains, Iustices to Kill; And send the Murd''rers Pardons at his VVill?
A67654	Is there of Caesar nothing left in Rome?
A67654	Must that Renowned City, here- to- fore Fam''d for her Vertues, well as for her Pow''r; Instead of Consuls, Vagabonds imploy?
A67654	is the Eagle from the Mitre flown?
A66003	( bold Scot) Let not Dunbar and Worcester be forgot: What?
A66003	And is the price of Kings and Kingdoms too, Of Laws, Lives, Oaths, Souls, grown so low with you?
A66003	But who shall find a Pen fit for thy glory?
A66003	Me thinks I hear old Boreas blow, What mean the North winds that they bluster so?
A66003	More storms from that black nook?
A66003	Who shall be he?
A66003	Would you chasser w''us for one Charls more?
A66003	— What comes next?
A96479	But why do I permit my Muse to whine?
A96479	Did you, as Doctor, flux some Usurer, And with your Physick his dull Silver stir?
A96479	Or did your Zeal you a Knight- Templar make, To give the Church the Booties you should take?
A96479	Or, was it your desire to beg Applause, Or shew affection to the GOOD OLD CAUSE?
A96479	Was it the Doctor or the Knight did do''t?
A96479	Was''t to feed Faction, or uphold the stickle Between the Old Church and New Conventicle?
A96479	What needs this waste?
A96479	What will you plead, Sir, if they put you to''t?
A96479	how shall I describe The love of thousands to their Reading Tribe?
B06739	''T is Sacriledge to rob the Church; and thence Since you have stole your self, what''s your offence?
B06739	And may my breath be still perfum''d, why not?
B06739	And would you have us silent too below?
B06739	And you know who they were that gave the blow, And then cry''d, Prophesie who smote thee so?
B06739	But I''m thy Son, and must corrected be; But why then dost thou turn thy bum to me?
B06739	But art thou dead indeed?
B06739	But shall I not, kind Wild, remember thee, Who hast bequeath''d me such a Legacie?
B06739	But why dost thou disdain or fear, That Female brows should Lawrel wear?
B06739	But why shouldst thou, kind soul, be in such fear, That plump Lycëus should grow lean this year?
B06739	Dost thou not know what crops the Plague has made And, Sampson- like, heaps upon heaps has laid?
B06739	Hast thou forgot how fatal the Grape- stone Did whilom prove to poor Anacreon?
B06739	Hast thou forgot that Noble Tree ● ● self was made out of a shee?
B06739	If you so soon could smell the Pouder- Plot, What had you said if I had bullets shot?
B06739	Is it not sung by the Venetian Swain How the brisk Wine gives horns to the poor man?
B06739	Is this a time for Shepherds to retreat, And seek out Coverts from the scorching heat?
B06739	London has sent up such a darkning smoak, And shall it too the Angels voices choak?
B06739	Say we not well, A gues will have their course?
B06739	Shall it make Clouds so thick and dark, that we Shall never more thy publick Censers see?
B06739	When the white Harvest for more Reapers cryes, How canst thou freely sit and temporize?
B06739	Which of the Muses, or the Graces all, Did ere for Claret or Canary call?
B06739	what though?
A66001	& where are we?
A66001	( And the Globe clapt his Playes;) who can do better?
A66001	( That is, of Teeth that forward hangs) And charge my dear Ephestion With want of Meat?
A66001	And why good Knight are we severe, Because we would the Stages cleare Of Gods invoak''d; and Pegasus?
A66001	But how comes Daphne in?
A66001	But if they should hold, Astrayon has Clyster, But pray what he with Owl upon his fist here?
A66001	But prethee tell, who was Iack Pudding then?
A66001	But what if VVill a censure made- a O''th''Poets?
A66001	But what news from America?
A66001	Come Donne, come neerer with your nose; How nice?
A66001	Could( Knight) thy emerited fancy, After so high dispatch beyond- sea, Stoop to contrive this rare Romancy?
A66001	Daphne secure of the buff, Prethee laugh, Yet at these four, and their riff raff: Who can hold, When so bold?
A66001	Davenant kill Davenant?
A66001	Does not that Gentleman upon the Bench Love Smoak nor Sack?
A66001	Has Denham smelt?
A66001	How come you now to offend the Bard Of lofty fame, and name full hard?
A66001	How gallant Massey grown of late, As if the man were Massey- plate?
A66001	How strong the Poet smells?
A66001	Is there no Art ho?
A66001	Is''t not enough brisk French to speak?
A66001	Num Latin — as hîc?
A66001	Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
A66001	Smell to my hand Sir, what, so coy?
A66001	There so improv''d, and grown so able, Thou''rt fit for War, or Council- table, Could''st thou be brought to penne a Fable?
A66001	Tune Elephantos, Tigridasque loqueris?
A66001	We''le play at both; but who shall lie?
A66001	What is all this?
A66001	What like thy selfe, still souc''d in Ale, Abhorring all that''s sharp and stale?
A66001	What turn felo de me?
A66001	What''s here, Church Gradus without Organs?
A66001	What, doth he baffle Hobs the Nathan?
A66001	Where is the Fustian and the Bombast?
A66001	Who can Sufficiently prepare''um''Gainst men of trium literarum?
A66001	Who can?
A66001	Who deserves most, the man that is well bang''d For King?
A66001	Why do you bite, you men of Fangs?
A66001	You know full well the Latian Is routed in our Nation: And why such stir for heathen Greek?
A66001	good Sir impart; Did you not slice at name of Gondibert?
A66001	nor Commencement nigh?
A66001	or he that ventures to be hang''d?
A66001	that is no swearing yet, What shall we do?
A66001	what all- a- mort?
A66020	And yet''( would you think it?)
A66020	And, Secondly, where would those Ministers and Preachers appeare?
A66020	And, to him that shall examine this Messenger of mine, whence he comes, and whither he goes, and what is his businesse?
A66020	But what Iury have they?
A66020	Did I thunder?
A66020	Gentlemen, such worke as this will come, as sure as the Heavens are over our heads; and what will the guilty doe at that day?
A66020	If thou dost well, shalt thou not receive well?
A66020	Is it the voice of Divine Iustice, death to every sinner, double death to every knowing sinner?
A66020	Lord of the Earth, and Prince of this place and hide thy self?
A66020	Me thinkes I heare the Dialogue, Adam, Adam( so God comes cooly, and friendly to him) what''s the matter Adam?
A66020	O ye distracted sinners, who feel your Consciences,( those wormes with venomed teeth) gnawing you within( more or lesse) when will you yeild?
A66020	Oh how can you buy or sell, worke or play, eat, drink, or sleep?
A66020	Oh inexcusable men, how will you escape the righteous judgement of God?
A66020	Oh my Lord( saith the poor sneak) I heard thy voice in the Garden: Why what then?
A66020	Oh, was you naked?
A66020	Quis nescit hoc esse dei proprium velle ac voluisse& const ● ● ● sse punire iniquitates?
A66020	Secondly, Would you be free from the sinnes of others?
A66020	Shall not the Iudge of all the Earth doe rightly?
A66020	Shall the righteous suffer, or the ungodly escape this day?
A66020	The most exact& beautiful piece which I have made and hide thy self?
A66020	What shall be yet farther done?
A66020	What''s the cause of this shamefastnesse?
A66020	When Christ in his person went off the field, he presently dispatched away the Holy Ghost; what to doe?
A66020	Wilt thou Iudge them Son of Man, wilt thou judge them?
A66020	and what then?
A66020	and who hath the impanelling of it, you will say?
A66020	did I call thee out of thy name?
A66020	did I threaten?
A66020	hide thy selfe?
A66020	if in his punishments, who will feare him?
A66020	naked?
A66020	was my voice so terrible?
A66020	what opium is in your cups?
A66020	what poppy stuffes your pillowes?
A66020	what( Man?)
A66020	who?
A42738	All ope''at top?
A42738	And is the Crown then but a ceremony?
A42738	And may I now presume to speak a word To those my Brethren, that are thus abhor''d?
A42738	And now, my Daughter, may we come to treat With that poor Rag that''s left?
A42738	Are these the men, that in their linsie Robes Chant their Devotions?
A42738	Are these the men, that with their Pipes can do The Counter- wonder on a Iericho?
A42738	Be done?
A42738	But how shall this be done?
A42738	But would you back to Egypt shuffle too, In hopes to feast it on their flesh- pots?
A42738	Could not the Ancients venerable Hairs,( The silver Symbole of their age and cares) Have aw''d thy bold attempt?
A42738	Could not their groans Have pierc''d thy heart, that might have pierced stones?
A42738	Did not the Passing- Bell go sad enough?
A42738	Did one womb bare us?
A42738	I Am no Prophet, no, nor Prophet''s Son; Yet dare pretend unto a Vision; Pretend, say I?
A42738	Is it impossible such storms should rise From Hell or Rome, as may convince our eyes?
A42738	Is there no sober party to be had?
A42738	Is this the fashion thou intend''st to lye?
A42738	Is this the way to raise our Countrey credit?
A42738	Now was not this enough?
A42738	Or was''t to prove how far thy pow''r would do, To feast not only Worms, but Fishes too?
A42738	Our First is up; where are the Builders now?
A42738	Shall they that strike us thus, next strike us dead?
A42738	Since that most black and dreadful day of Bats, That pip''t our Fathers off to bring these Rats?
A42738	THine House is foul; Lord, wilt thou sweep?
A42738	That Cannons hellish mouths must speak how rough And grim a Ghost thou art?
A42738	The other griev''d to hear this well known story, Breaks this Discourse: Where''s then, says he, the glory Of your great Victories?
A42738	Thy Bricks are fallen, wilt thou change them for The Hewen Stone?
A42738	To toss their shatter''d bones, and serve them in, As carved Messes, unto Triton''s shrine?
A42738	Was ever blood so prodigally spent?
A42738	We weep; Lord sweep; But with what Broom?
A42738	Were Samson''s Foxes turned tayl to tayl?
A42738	What hath this beetle brow''d suspicion spy''d In them or theirs, it''s still so evil ey''d?
A42738	Whence is''t, thou wert in combination found With Mars and Neptune, for a vantage ground?
A42738	Where are thy Noahs, Daniels and Iobs?
A42738	Where''s Cross this while?
A42738	Will a debauched Clergy e''re invest Your Cause with an applauded Interest In sober minds?
A42738	Will a sulphureous zeal, In things confest indifferent, ever heal Our dismal breaches?
A42738	Will you believe St. Thomas and his Chrony Who had near prov''d it once?
A42738	Would ever men, that were not worse than mad,( Yea, mauger all those cautions we have had) Have done as we have done?
A42738	and turn the Sycomore Into the Cedar?
A42738	are we Artick and Antartick?
A42738	are we all run mad?
A42738	are we now No nearer kin at all, than I, and thou?
A42738	but must it be But the Praeludium to thy Tragedy?
A42738	could no Engins art nor power prevail?
A42738	do you hope To make us your Peace- offring to the Pope?
A42738	had poor Mortals over- matcht thee?
A42738	has he been idle?
A42738	hath their Curfue ring''d us all to bed?
A42738	how could''st thou quell The sacred vertue of his powerful spell, Against thy sudden stroak?
A42738	how long wilt be Before thy banisht Wits return to thee?
A42738	is''t not bold enough to set your Post By Gods?
A42738	must The Mother separate the Babes she nurst?
A42738	must our Vict''ry make Courtiers of you, and us slaves for your sake?
A42738	no ceremony, then no King; And what''s a ceremony but a thing So adiaph''rous, that his Lordship may Pro libitu, impose or throw away?
A42738	or Hadst thou a Fit to hear the Cannons roar?
A42738	or art too great Yet to incline thy stubborn ear?
A42738	or who should care For his forsaken Flock, whose Fleece they are?
A42738	shall th''Scepter be But a poor Pinacle of a Bishops See?
A42738	shall we e''re have wit enough to know To poise our selves in Aequilibrio?
A42738	then who could but rent his heart to see Our Glory led into captivity?
A42738	to introduce a ragged Host Of Ceremonies, borrowed of that Groom,( For the most part) that keeps his Stall at Rome?
A42738	what ails us?
A42738	what is my sin, that still I hear Those ruthful sighings to torment my ear?
A42738	what''s the matter?
A57500	ARe these the Popes Grand Tools?
A57500	And Perjury''s but a small fault; what more?
A57500	And better too than we, have been forswore: And what a Crime is this?
A57500	And shall Lord Stafford dye forgot?
A57500	And shall such Mercies ever be forgot?
A57500	And suborn Felons, MONARCHS to destroy?
A57500	And that upon your lasting Stone, This Character had been alone?
A57500	And the first feed — OATS sifted clean and sound?
A57500	At one sad stroak to Massacre a Land, And make them fall, whom Heaven ordain''d to stand?
A57500	But Nothing, why doth Something still permit, That sacred Monarchs should at Council set With Persons thought, at best, for Nothing sit?
A57500	But pray what is it for, that you make all this stir?
A57500	But shall our State by an unlook''d- for Blow Receive a mortal Wound, and yet not know The hand that smote her?
A57500	But to its broken Neck I pray What can our Polititians say?
A57500	Can ye be so unkind?
A57500	Come, come, Sir, had it not been better To have dy''d to Death common Debter?
A57500	D''ye think you ever sav''d shall be, If you retract not what you say, And Holy Church do n''t justifie?
A57500	Did Christ e''re keep a Custom- House for Sin?
A57500	Does he hire Ruffains, Iustices to Kill; And send the Murd''res Pardons at his Will?
A57500	England to ● ervile Yoke could never bow; What Conquerors ne''re presum''d, who dares do now?
A57500	False Agents Heartless Traytors, have you So often swore by Sacramental Vow, Or to Convert this Island, or undo?
A57500	For what Man ever think you, got A Pardon for being in the Plot, That to the last deny''d it not?
A57500	He that would needs be such a Sot, To dye for love of a damn''d Plot?
A57500	How many converts Wine and Age do make?
A57500	I wonder much at your folly?
A57500	I. SHall every Jack and every Jill, That rides in State up Holbourn Hill By aid of Smithfield Rhymes defie The Malice of Mortality?
A57500	If silly Women, and some simple men Get God but on their side, where are we then?
A57500	If these rea ● ons prevail,( as how can they fail?)
A57500	In doubtful cases you may safely Swear, For twenty pound who would not loose an Ear?
A57500	Is England by the angry Fates sad Doom Condemn''d to play at Hot- cockles with Rome?
A57500	Is th''Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome?
A57500	Is there of Caesar nothing left in Rome?
A57500	Let them think on, and their dear selves deceive, When I shall see her rise, I will believe, And not before?
A57500	Monsters more base than Africk can afford?
A57500	Must Beads, and a Cross, and a Relick from Ione, Make us fall down to Prayers right or wrong?
A57500	Must Christians that know no more but one God, Worship Ten Thousand, or be scourg''d with a Rod?
A57500	Must Church and Church- men be expos''d to scorns, Tost up and down by a Beast with Ten Horns?
A57500	Must Fire and Wood burn all that wo n''t bow, Worship S. Doll, and the Devil knows who?
A57500	Must Hobgoblin Mass, that''s learn''d of Old- Nick, Complement God for the Well and the Sick?
A57500	Must Iudas be saved that eat of the Sop?
A57500	Must Sinners be sav''d by Old Sinning Gulls?
A57500	Must Souls be pray''d out, the Devil hath got, At so much per Mass, else there they must rot?
A57500	Must Water bless''d by a Conjuring Monk, Scoure away Sins from a Pockyfi''d Punk?
A57500	Must We, Canibal- like, eat up our God, Or else must We not in Heaven have aboad?
A57500	Must a Conclave of Rogues, and Jesuit Priests, Perswade all the World to Worship the Beast?
A57500	Must that Renowned City, here- to- fore Fam''d for her Vertues, well as for her Pow''r; Instead of Consuls, Vagabonds employ?
A57500	Must the King and his Friends see and know this, And yet be advised that nothing''s amiss?
A57500	Must the Kingdom and State be at a loss, Leave their sweet Peace to lye under a Cross?
A57500	Must those be good that designed to seem such?
A57500	No, by the Mass, he deserved the Rope: Must such be employed at Sea and at Shore, That would subvert all to set up the Whore?
A57500	Now who sits in this Seat, but our Father the Pope?
A57500	Or could the bold, but silly Traytors hope, Great Britain e''re would Truckle to the Pope?
A57500	Or ever heard you was there one That was o''th Roman Church a Son, But went on as he had begun?
A57500	Or was old Bacchus tunn''d and firkin''d there?
A57500	Right or wrong, Or Life or Death, attend ● d on my Tongue: All the three Kingdoms truckled to my Will — But what of this?
A57500	Say, gentle Drawer, were they Casks of Beer?
A57500	T roy''s Flames were fatal, What did those begin?
A57500	That on a business so emergen, They did not brisly teize the Virgin?
A57500	Thus are their chiefest Doctrines plain Device, Pimp to their Pride, their Lust and Avarice?
A57500	To force that Guard with its worst Foe to joyn, Can never be a prudent Kings Design, What Prince would change to be a Cataline?
A57500	To let his Lordship play a Prank Her Grace becoming, and his Rank?
A57500	Was it for this my ample Power was giv''n, For this have I the Keys of Hell and Heaven?
A57500	Was your Commission scant, did I deny Plenipotentiary Villany?
A57500	We neither Preach nor Pray, we take no pains, Preaching and Praying bravely us maintains: They preach and pray, we swear, yet who gets more?
A57500	What Antidotes against a poysonous Breath?
A57500	What Author have they, or who brought it in?
A57500	What Fence is there against a lying Tongue, Sharpen''d by Hell, to wound a Man to Death?
A57500	What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come?
A57500	What though for King and Kingdom they do pray, If we will Swear they mind it to destroy?
A57500	What?
A57500	Whence came this Knack, or when did it begin?
A57500	Whence should Purity come, but from Catholick Rome?
A57500	Where did St. Frank his Kennel keep?
A57500	Where was St. Dominick asleep?
A57500	Who but blund''ring Fools Would ever have forgot To Burn those Letters that reveal''d their Plot?
A57500	Who in Parliament time subscrib''d to the Church: Must We all be undone by a damn''d Popish Crew, Some that is about us, and some We ne''re knew?
A57500	Who would be Old, or in Old fashions Trade?
A57500	Why should we labour?
A57500	Your kindness I ne''re understood, Whatever you pretend To him, to whom you ne''er did good, How can you be a Friend?
A57500	do you forget How I did once betray The Grecian- Empire, which as yet Your Scepter doth obey?
A57500	is the Eagle from the Mitre flown?
A57500	is this so bad?
A57500	now prefe ● r''d so High, What Marvels from that 〈 … 〉?
A57500	shall she sigh and cry, Like Polyphemus, Out is quench''d mine Eye?
A57500	tell us what didst thou ail Thus to trappan thy self into a Goal?
A57500	then, some Ages hence they''l cry Lo, Stafford''s Blood, and shed for why?
A57500	to 〈 … 〉 Spire On Sea- coal Basis?
A57500	was thy swell''d Ambition grown so wide, That nought but Kings could satisfie thy Pride?
A57500	what then?
A57500	what thing can hope Death''s Hand to''scape, When Mother- Plot her self is brought to Crape?
A57500	who more controuls Than he, and claps his Fetters on our Souls?
A57500	will not Swearing do?
A57500	● or else how comes it pray about, Our Friends to''th Cause have been so stout Toth''very last, to brave it out?
A65997	A Dialogue?
A65997	A Fever?
A65997	And Oat- meal?
A65997	And Plumbs; or any thing?
A65997	And hath he done it?
A65997	And make me die a Martyr?
A65997	And pray for Bishops?
A65997	And to a pritty Wench?
A65997	And what, — thou wouldst have made a long Letter of thy self?
A65997	And why do''st thou hope it will not take?
A65997	And will you love good Scholars?
A65997	Any Dishes, Kettles or Skillets, or old Frying- Pans to mend?
A65997	Are ye Dumb?
A65997	Ay, and did not I tell you I would find another Father?
A65997	Brother Furor, where are we?
A65997	But how can that be?
A65997	Can I never be at quiet?
A65997	Clark?
A65997	Come on, and let''s be Merry, And why should we be Sad?
A65997	Come, come, Have you any Work for a Tinker?
A65997	Dead, Sir Homily?
A65997	Degrees?
A65997	Did I ever touch you?
A65997	Did I ever touch you?
A65997	Did ever any Man serve such a Master?
A65997	Did you not?
A65997	Did you?
A65997	Do I not kiss better in my black Bag?
A65997	Do I not look well in it?
A65997	Do ye hear, Sir?
A65997	Do you hear, Sir Scholar?
A65997	Do you know who you speak to?
A65997	Do you live here I pray you?
A65997	Do you not know This place is Ceres''s Temple?
A65997	Do you remember the Pantry last Lent, when you wanted a bit of Flesh?
A65997	Do you see that?
A65997	Does he snivle in the Nose, Master?
A65997	Eat good fat Pigs?
A65997	Fie upon''t, are you a Scholar, and no better Expression in your Mouth?
A65997	God give you a good e''ne Master, did you call?
A65997	God prosper long our Noble King,& c. — Who buys a new Ballad?
A65997	God save you?
A65997	HOW shall he Sing, whose Throat is hoarse with care?
A65997	Ha?
A65997	Hark thee, Tom, canst Fight lustily?
A65997	Have you any Work for a Tinker?
A65997	Have you taken your Degrees there, Sir?
A65997	Hear you, Friend, What is the price of that Book?
A65997	Here''s my Money, will you strike me Luck on''t?
A65997	Hob swears, if he were Parson, he would know Whether Laughs were due to him, or no?
A65997	How Old are you, Sir, I pray?
A65997	How dare you stand in''t?
A65997	How now Friends, — how now, — what are ye Watchmen these dangerous times?
A65997	How now Neighbour, What have you there?
A65997	How now Sirrah?
A65997	How now?
A65997	How oft have I heard you ▪ with blushing, rail and complain against me?
A65997	How proud am I?
A65997	How?
A65997	I hope you''ll live Peaceably among us, and not go to Law, or present any Man?
A65997	I joyn, you Strumpet?
A65997	I pray you, Sir, what may be your Name?
A65997	I wonder what''s become of my Tinker?
A65997	Iack, Iack, must I ask him, Who gave him that Name?
A65997	Iack, Iack, — What''s the Latin thing?
A65997	In the Living?
A65997	Is Mirth all your intent?
A65997	Is he Dead, are you sure?
A65997	Is his Living void, can you tell me?
A65997	Is the Gentleman of the House at home, can you tell me?
A65997	Know ye not that I can Curse your Lands?
A65997	Latin?
A65997	Latine Nose?
A65997	Let me see my Colledg- Letters?
A65997	Man?
A65997	May I be so bold as to peruse your Library?
A65997	My Threshers that do sacrifice their Sweat And brawny Hands to Ceres?
A65997	My precious Midnight- hours?
A65997	Nay — but Master — do you not know me?
A65997	Nay, pray, what do you mean?
A65997	New Almanacks, new Almanacks, new Almanacks new — Who buys an Almanack?
A65997	Now Gentlemen, what''s your Pleasure?
A65997	O Sirrah, you write Characters do you?
A65997	O who can such another Falstaff show?
A65997	Oh — oh — Come Hostes, what''s to pay?
A65997	Or he keep Time, whose Heart- strings broken are?
A65997	Piety?
A65997	Pitulari?
A65997	Plain Hob?
A65997	Plumbs?
A65997	Prithee Pedanto what''s thy Negotium?
A65997	Prithee what''s thy Master studying on?
A65997	Ride a Hunting?
A65997	Sack, at a penny a Gallon, say''st thou?
A65997	Say ye me so?
A65997	Sirrah, Will you lead me to a Cup of good Ale?
A65997	Stay, — How can it be mine?
A65997	Talk what comes at Tongues- end, ca n''t you?
A65997	The King?
A65997	These scurvy Boots, — How shall I make them both of a Colour?
A65997	Want?
A65997	Was you ever Fellow of any House?
A65997	Well, Sir Homily, you are a Moneyed Man, they say; Can you lend me ten Pieces?
A65997	What Book have you got there?
A65997	What Comedy?
A65997	What Sir?
A65997	What Trade are you, Sir?
A65997	What University are you of?
A65997	What Work should Scholars have for Tinkers?
A65997	What an Ass was I, to think Learning would get a Man a Living?
A65997	What bold Attempt is this, ye Mortal Shapes, And Brats of Impudence?
A65997	What do you talk of Sermons?
A65997	What do you want, I wonder?
A65997	What does he ken o''me?
A65997	What dost do with that Primmer; was it thine?
A65997	What makes this Concourse here?
A65997	What news from the Field, Hob?
A65997	What shall I do?
A65997	What — hang my self?
A65997	What''s my Name?
A65997	What''s that, marry?
A65997	What''s that, — Bread and Butter?
A65997	What''s that?
A65997	What''s that?
A65997	What''s your Business, I pray you, with him?
A65997	What''s your Business?
A65997	What, are you with Child?
A65997	What, must I wear this Gray Hat too?
A65997	What, would be seen?
A65997	What?
A65997	What?
A65997	What?
A65997	What?
A65997	What?
A65997	When will he return again?
A65997	When?
A65997	Where are my Taskers?
A65997	Where''s the best Liquor?
A65997	Where?
A65997	Where?
A65997	Who should do it but you Sirrah?
A65997	Who will buy a brave Candlestick?
A65997	Who''s this?
A65997	Who''s this?
A65997	Why Sir?
A65997	Why come you here to Act it?
A65997	Why so, — Is not this better than a Dialogue, or some stew''d Prunes?
A65997	Why so?
A65997	Why will Twenty fetch it down now upon the Stubs?
A65997	Why, I thought I should have been Parson; must I be but Clark?
A65997	Why, Sir, a Cumberland Man, say you?
A65997	Why, can not you tell that?
A65997	Why, how dare you think of such a thing?
A65997	Why, what a vile Knave was I, to whip so Honest a Man?
A65997	Why, what is your Suit?
A65997	Why?
A65997	Why?
A65997	Will I not Bully?
A65997	Will you fire my Stacks?
A65997	Will you kill me?
A65997	Will you let me have Butter?
A65997	Will you?
A65997	Wilt thou be true to me?
A65997	With what Face canst thou ask it?
A65997	You two pass your words for him?
A65997	Your Uncle sends word he''ll have a Minister Dine here, and is this a Pudding fitting?
A65997	[ His Suit?
A65997	[ I made this Mungrel once a promise of the Living, and now he''s come for''t] — Please me Sir Homily?
A65997	[ Not thine own?
A65997	[ What, can not you be contented to Fall, but you must fall asleep too?
A65997	[ What?
A65997	a Dule on thee, is it thee?
A65997	against Vsury principally?
A65997	how have I spent my time?
A65997	how shall I sing that am so much out of Tune?
A65997	— A Parson too?
A65997	— A good while, I trow?
A65997	— And did not I tell you I was with Child, and long''d for a Turnip, which you gave me, and bid me keep close?
A65997	— And what of all this?
A65997	— And what, when thou wakedst, thou found''st this Child, and thy Pockets pick''d, and thy Boots gone?
A65997	— And will you give me your Bond for my Mony too?
A65997	— Are they Fat?
A65997	— Are you a Married Man, Sir?
A65997	— Away Fool — Your Child?
A65997	— Beside, Sir Homily, How dare you come to me for the Living?
A65997	— But how must I do for Sermons?
A65997	— But if he ask how Old I am?
A65997	— But stay, — Who owns this?
A65997	— But what''s the Latin thing?
A65997	— But who comes here?
A65997	— Can a Man be with Child?
A65997	— Can you lie long in Bed with an handsome Wife?
A65997	— Come on — Is this all the Bell- ropes I must have?
A65997	— Come — Who buys a Ballad?
A65997	— Come — Will no Body buy my Almanacks?
A65997	— Come, who buys an Almanack?
A65997	— Come, who buys it?
A65997	— Did I ever meddle or make with thee?
A65997	— Did you fall asleep here?
A65997	— Did you not?
A65997	— Do you know what a Trust the King hath committed to you?
A65997	— Does not Mr. Marchurch live here, I''se pray?
A65997	— Does not the Pope the like?
A65997	— Fifteen Years old am I say''st thou?
A65997	— First, I must premise two Legs( that''s the least) — But how if there should be Gentlewomen?
A65997	— For this?
A65997	— Furor, shall we conjure?
A65997	— Fy, fy — What a lean Tith Pig is this?
A65997	— Ha, ha, ha, Have I found thee?
A65997	— Ha?
A65997	— Ha?
A65997	— Ha?
A65997	— Hark you, Sir Homily, How long have you been Curate here?
A65997	— Hast thou not pretty Knacks?
A65997	— Have you any Bellows or Bowls to mend?
A65997	— Have you any Work for a Tinker?
A65997	— Have you any thing against Bishops?
A65997	— Have you done the Dialogue?
A65997	— Have you seen the Comedy?
A65997	— He did so spose me a while agon, I could not con him an Answer: He askt me who gave me my Name?
A65997	— How many Twenties is that?
A65997	— How now, what''s here?
A65997	— How now?
A65997	— I have it here — But stay — what have we here — A Basket?
A65997	— I have known Women wear the Breeches, why not the Boots too?
A65997	— I have no Shooes to hang on my Feet; what if I should take his Boots?
A65997	— I''m but an ignorant Man, but in my opinion it is a rare Speech; is''t not Neighbour?
A65997	— If Men should hang themselves when they are cheated of their Mony, what dangling would there be this Christmass?
A65997	— Is it a Bargain?
A65997	— Is the Regulator of the Domicil segregated from his Negotiations, I pray you, Sir?
A65997	— Let me see my Table- Book; What Business have I to dispatch?
A65997	— Master will you set a poor Tinker on Work?
A65997	— May I not command my self to hang my self?
A65997	— Meddle or not Meddle, how will you help your self if I lay it to you?
A65997	— No body knows of it, do''s there?
A65997	— Oh, safe — My Orders?
A65997	— Ridentum dicere verum Quid vetat?
A65997	— So — Shall I live?
A65997	— Speak, — shall it be a Tragedy or a Comedy; a Pastoral or Satyr?
A65997	— The price of them?
A65997	— What Bookish too?
A65997	— What Place is this?
A65997	— What do you follow me for?
A65997	— What have we to Dinner I pray you?
A65997	— What shall I do?
A65997	— What the Dule harm have I done him?
A65997	— What''s a Dialogue?
A65997	— What?
A65997	— Where have you been?
A65997	— Who calls?
A65997	— Who is this?
A65997	— Why Sir, Hob say you is his Name?
A65997	— Why did you steal from me at the Ale- house?
A65997	— Why — where''s my Man Homily?
A65997	— Will I not?
A65997	— Will you be but contented to let me have the Living, if I rid you of it, and get you your Mony again?
A65997	— Will you be my Curat, and do this for me?
A65997	— Will you hold your Tongue, and I will hold mine?
A65997	— Will you kill me?
A65997	— Will you not be as good as your word, Sir?
A65997	— Will you not wrong me?
A65997	— Yes Sir, Mr. Marchurch does dwell here: Would you speak with him?
A65997	— Yes, — Do you long?
A65997	— Yo — Friend, — Will you set a poor Tinker on Work?
A65997	— You have no Living as yet, Sir, I pray you?
A65997	— You told never a Lye to day for the good of the Church, did you?