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242 ページ - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
209 ページ - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy ; they could not in their honour refuse us ; well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty mqre, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too...
399 ページ - Well, and there's a handsome gentleman, and a fine gentleman, and a sweet gentleman, that was here, that loves me, and I love him ; and if he sees you speak to me any more he'll thrash your jacket for you, he will, you great sea-calf ! Ben. What, do you mean that fair-weather spark that was here just now ? will he thrash my jacket ? — let'n — let'n. But an he comes near me, mayhap I may giv'na salt eel for's supper, for all that.
407 ページ - You are all white — a sheet of spotless paper — when you first are born ; but you are to be scrawled and blotted by every goose's quill.
455 ページ - And, when your march begins, let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, "She's dead." The soldiers shout; you then, perhaps, may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity: Ventidius chides; and straight your brow clears up, As I had never been.
455 ページ - scape without me, with what haste Would she let slip her hold, and make to shore, And never look behind!
462 ページ - Th' appearance is against me; and I go, Unjustified, for ever from your sight. How I have loved, you know; how yet I love, My only comfort is, I know myself: I love you more...
450 ページ - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor ; : The place, thou pressest on thy mother earth, Is all thy empire now : now it contains thee ; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes...