Old Widow Shopter, whensoe'er she cries, 408. Once on a Lord Mayor's day, in Cheapside, when, 392. One silver spoon shines in the house of Croot, 408. Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then, 378. Parrat protests, 'tis he, and only he, 401. Paske, though his debt be one upon the day, 384. Paul's hands do give; what give they, bread or meat, 398. Peapes, he does strut, and pick his teeth, as if, 401. Pievish doth boast that he's the very first, 387. Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting, 404. Prigg, when he comes to houses oft doth use, 384. Prig now drinks water, who before drank beer, 379. Putrefaction is the end, 388. Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph, 404. Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets, 386. Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies, 402. Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry, 389. Root's had no money; yet he went o' the score, 388. Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can, 408. Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather, 409. Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease, 407. Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries, 377. Seal'd up with night-gum Loach, each morning lies, 400. Shark when he goes to any public feast, 382. Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new, 385. Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was, 398. Since Gander did his pretty youngling wed, 396. Since Jack and Jill both wicked be, 389. Skinns, he dined well to-day; how do you think, 386. Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath, 396. Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths, 385. Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may, 390. Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs, 399. Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why? 395. Sneape has a face so brittle that it breaks, 383. Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith, 403. Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears, 405. Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man, 389. Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths, 408. Strutt, once a foreman of a shop we knew, 378. Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them, 381. Tap, better known than trusted as we hear, 401. Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells, 403. That was the proverb. Let my mistress be, 383. The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells, 393. The staff is now greas'd, 410. This lady's short, that mistress she is tall, 389. To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado, 382. To loose the button is no less, 398. To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see, 381. Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be, 400. Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these, 401. Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can, 399. Trigg, having turn'd his suit, he struts in state, 397. Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, 403. Umber was painting of a lion fierce, 393. Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came, 407.