The Noble Traytour: A Chronicle, Volume 3Smith, Elder, 1857 |
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... fear , neighbours , you'll be for the tongs and the bones anon , with your unlettered judgments . " “ Well , fir , there was no thought o ' pleasing you when we went to school ! An ' the tongs ha ' no more music than your blank verse ...
... fear , neighbours , you'll be for the tongs and the bones anon , with your unlettered judgments . " “ Well , fir , there was no thought o ' pleasing you when we went to school ! An ' the tongs ha ' no more music than your blank verse ...
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... fears , tortures , and pinches a hot difeafe and cold com- fort . Now the diftemperature of his fpleen gave that hue to his religion made it worse than profitless ; for he more feared the Devil than loved or trusted God ! CHAPTER III ...
... fears , tortures , and pinches a hot difeafe and cold com- fort . Now the diftemperature of his fpleen gave that hue to his religion made it worse than profitless ; for he more feared the Devil than loved or trusted God ! CHAPTER III ...
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... fear of the adverse factions , which , through the iniquity of the times , were grown strong ; fome for the happy success of the Rebels ; fome because they were left undefended against the robberies of cruel thieves ; fome feduced by ...
... fear of the adverse factions , which , through the iniquity of the times , were grown strong ; fome for the happy success of the Rebels ; fome because they were left undefended against the robberies of cruel thieves ; fome feduced by ...
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... fear me I should carry coals an it were put on me . ” " So ! " " I've a heart left in me but for the diet ! fome weak drink to cool the fever ; or , when the fit be past , a nourish- ing broth . " " The natives i ' the Indies be much ...
... fear me I should carry coals an it were put on me . ” " So ! " " I've a heart left in me but for the diet ! fome weak drink to cool the fever ; or , when the fit be past , a nourish- ing broth . " " The natives i ' the Indies be much ...
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... this long and unreasonable discontentment , you shall , I fear , find the end worse than the beginning . " " Yea ! and I fee an end of all my good fortune ; for I have fet an end to my defires . " " Nay , but , my good Lord , you.
... this long and unreasonable discontentment , you shall , I fear , find the end worse than the beginning . " " Yea ! and I fee an end of all my good fortune ; for I have fet an end to my defires . " " Nay , but , my good Lord , you.
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Page 162 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Page 329 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 91 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 221 - By God's son I am no queen, that man is above me; — who gave him command to come here so soon ? I did send him on other business.
Page 92 - And loves to lie i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Page 144 - From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then should he sleep secure, Then wake again, and yield God ever praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; In contemplation passing out his days, And change of holy thoughts to make him merry. Who when he dies, his tomb may be a bush, Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush." " Your majesty's exiled servant,
Page 72 - I find myself justified from offending in any of them. As for the two last objections, that I forsake my country when it hath most need of me, and fail in that...
Page 120 - Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in; Keep your ranks close, and now your honours win. Behold from yonder hill the foe appears; Bows, bills, glaves, arrows, shields, and spears! Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; Oh, view the wings of horse the meadows scouring. The van-guard marches bravely. Hark, the drums! Dub, dub. They meet, they meet, and now the battle comes: See how the arrows fly, That darken, all the sky!
Page 237 - But now, the length of troubles and the continuance, or rather the increase, of your majesty's indignation, hath made all men so afraid of me, as mine own state is not only ruined, but my kind friends and faithful servants are like to die in prison because I cannot help myself with mine own. Now I do not only feel the...
Page 277 - Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government.