CHAPTER XVI. GIVE way-give way-I must and will have justice, Where I am injured, there I'll sue redress. A hand to right myself, and, by my honour, CHAPTER XVII. COME hither, young one-Mark me! Thou art now 'Mongst men o' the sword, that live by reputation More than by constant income-Single-suited They are, I grant you; yet each single suit Maintains, on the rough guess, a thousand followers And they be men, who, hazarding their all, CHAPTER XVIII. Mother. WHAT! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's mirror, With which the boy, as mortal urchins wont, Flings back the sunbeams in the eye of passengers— Then laughs to see them stumble ! Daughter. Mother! no It was a lightning-flash which dazzled me, CHAPTER XIX. By this good light, a wench of matchless mettle CHAPTER XX. CREDIT me, friend, it hath been ever thus, Since the ark rested on Mount Ararat. False man hath sworn, and woman hath believed Repented and reproach'd, and then believed once more. CHAPTER XXI. Rove not from pole to pole—the man lives here CHAPTER XXVI. GIVE us good voyage, gentle stream-we stun not Wake not the slumbering echoes of thy banks CHAPTER XXXI. MARRY, come up, sir, with your gentle blood! CHAPTER XXXV. We are not worse at once-the course of evil B. An infant's hand might stem its breach with clay But let the stream get deeper, and philosophyAy, and religion too,-shall strive in vain. To turn the headlong torrent. WHY then, we will have bellowing of beeves, CHAPTER IV. No, sir, I will not pledge-I'm one of those Who think good wine needs neither bush nor preface To make it welcome. If you doubt my word, Fill the quart-cup, and see if I will choke on't. |