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... in pouch does keep , When day is done , to pay for sleep ; For he in journey nought does eat . Host spies. Or stamin , a woollen cloth . He calls for room and down he lies . Quoth. 22 THE LONDON VACATION Sir William Davenant.
... in pouch does keep , When day is done , to pay for sleep ; For he in journey nought does eat . Host spies. Or stamin , a woollen cloth . He calls for room and down he lies . Quoth. 22 THE LONDON VACATION Sir William Davenant.
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... nought does eat . Host spies him come , cryes , " Sir , what meat ? " " I eate no supper ; fling on rug ! He calls for room and down he lies . Quoth host , " No supper , sir ? " He cries Be it at wake , or fair . The London Vacation .
... nought does eat . Host spies him come , cryes , " Sir , what meat ? " " I eate no supper ; fling on rug ! He calls for room and down he lies . Quoth host , " No supper , sir ? " He cries Be it at wake , or fair . The London Vacation .
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... Quoth she " Thy teame Shall drive to place where groweth creame . " But husband gray now comes so stall For prentice notch'd he straight does call : " Where's dame ? " quoth he . Quoth son of shop , " She's gone her cake in milk to sop ...
... Quoth she " Thy teame Shall drive to place where groweth creame . " But husband gray now comes so stall For prentice notch'd he straight does call : " Where's dame ? " quoth he . Quoth son of shop , " She's gone her cake in milk to sop ...
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Quoth he , " Do noble numbers choose To walk on feet , that have no shoes ? " Then he does wish with fervent breath , And as his last request ere death , Each ode a bond , each madrigal , A lease from Haberdashers ' Hall , Or that he ...
Quoth he , " Do noble numbers choose To walk on feet , that have no shoes ? " Then he does wish with fervent breath , And as his last request ere death , Each ode a bond , each madrigal , A lease from Haberdashers ' Hall , Or that he ...
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... quoth he “ the game is up ! Nothing I pay , and yet I sup . " To alderman quoth neighbour then , 66 I lost but mutton , play for hen . " But wealthy blade cryes out " At rate Of Kings , should'st play ! let's go ; tis late . " Now lean ...
... quoth he “ the game is up ! Nothing I pay , and yet I sup . " To alderman quoth neighbour then , 66 I lost but mutton , play for hen . " But wealthy blade cryes out " At rate Of Kings , should'st play ! let's go ; tis late . " Now lean ...
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Abbot ABRAHAM COWLEY Alein annuity bell Bolus bombazine call'd Captain Paton cheek cried dear Devil Dick drink dumpling e'er EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes face fair Frenchman Gaffer Gray give goth grace Guilford Street hand hath head hear Hobson's Choice Hurrah John lady laugh little vulgar Boy live look'd Lord lul lūrăl madam maid Margate master MATTHEW PRIOR meat merry Monsieur Tonson morning ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen numbers o'er one-hoss-shay parson pass'd Paton no mo Pepper-box play poor Pray quod quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round Sally Brown sare says seem'd sermon sing sleep soul squire sure swear sweet tell thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tinker Tis green told tongue took turn'd Twas Valkin vicar of Bray Vich walk'd wife word worm young courtier Zounds
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Page 67 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 69 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 32 - Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly ; ) But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 183 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeRoad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O!" Tell me, knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? Was it the squire for killing of his game? or Covetous parson for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble...
Page 34 - Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull...
Page 117 - I'll eat him." He said : then full before their sight Produced the beast, and lo! — 'twas white. Both stared, the man looked wondrous wise — "My children," the chameleon cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue), "You all are right, and all are wrong: When next you talk of what you view, Think others see as well as you: Nor wonder, if you find that none Prefers your eyesight to his own.
Page 253 - In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. This is a moral that runs at large; (Take it.
Page 253 - Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Page 156 - I've enough of them there without paying for drugs ! ' Will kicked out the doctor ; but when ill indeed, e'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed ; so, calling his host, he said : ' Sir, do you know, I'm the fat single gentleman six months ago ? Look'e, landlord, I think...
Page 11 - Like a young courtier of the king's, And the king's young courtier. Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, Who keeps a brace of painted madams at his...