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Seite 71 - tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Seite 71 - Fife had a wife ; where is she now ? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
Seite 53 - University's orator, in an eloquent speech, which was very long, and not without some malicious and indecent reflections on the Royal Society, as underminers of the University ; which was very foolish and untrue, as well as unseasonable. But, to let that pass from an ill-natured man, the rest was in praise of the Archbishop and the ingenious architect.
Seite 50 - Are there thunders moaning in the distance? Are there spectres moving in the darkness? Trust the Hand of Light will lead her people, Till the thunders pass, the spectres vanish, And the Light is Victor, and the darkness Dawns into the Jubilee of the Ages.
Seite 112 - For whom we do sing By by lully lullay! Herod the king, In his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might In his own sight All young children to slay — That woe is me Poor child, for thee, And ever morn and day For thy parting Neither say nor sing By by lully lullay.
Seite 92 - Ha, Steward! How are you, my old boy? How do things go on at home? STEWARD. Bad enough, your honor; the magpie's dead. MR. G. Poor Mag! So he's gone. How came he to die? STEWARD. Over-ate himself, sir.
Seite 16 - May, the citizens of London (of all estates) lightly in every parish, or sometimes two or three parishes joyning together, had their several! Mayings, and did fetch in May-poles, with divers warlike shewes, with good archers, raorice-daocers, and other devises for pastime all the- day long ; and towards the evening, they had stageplaies, and bonefires in the streets.
Seite 93 - Yes, sir. Your bank has failed, and your credit is lost ; and you are not worth a shilling in the world. I made bold, sir, to come to wait on you about it, for I thought you would like to hear the news!
Seite 31 - Unless our craft were good and our calling honorable, we should not have lasted for so many centuries, nor should we have been honored with the patronage of so many illustrious men in all ages, who have ever shown themselves ready to promote our interests and defend us from all adversaries.