Thomas Dekker

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T.F. Unwin, Limited, 1904 - Fortune - 473 pages
 

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Page 76 - Miniver-cap ; vanish, go, trip and go ; meddle with your partlets" and your pisherypashery, your flewes* and your whirligigs; go, rub,* out of mine alley ! Sim Eyre knows how to speak to a Pope, to Sultan Soliman, to Tamburlaine, an he were here, and shall I melt, shall I droop before my sovereign? No...
Page 38 - Hodge, heave up thine ears ; mistress, smug up 3 your looks ; on with your best apparel ; my master is chosen, my master is called, nay, condemned by the cry of the country to be sheriff of the city for this famous year now to come. And time now being, a great many men in black gowns were asked for their voices and their hands' 1 Serve me, and I'll serve thee. 2 Yes, I shall, dame ! and my master had all their fists about his ears presently, and they cried ' Ay, ay, ay, ay,' — and so I came away...
Page xlv - France : who resigned his place to another gentleman his friend, and came disguised like a Dutch shoemaker to the house of Simon Eyre in Tower Street, who served the Mayor and his household with shoes : the merriments that passed in Eyre's house, his coming to be Mayor of London, Lacy's getting his love, and other accidents, with two merry Three-men's-songs. Take all in good worth that is well intended, for nothing is purposed but mirth ; mirth lengtheneth long life, which, with all other blessings,...
Page 35 - Sheriff of London — as we are all mortal — you shall see, I will have some odd thing or other in a corner for you : I will not be your back-friend ; but let that pass. Hans, pray thee, tie my shoe. Hans. Yaw, ic sal, vro?
Page 185 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Page 146 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all...
Page xlvi - THE PROLOGUE AS IT WAS PRONOUNCED BEFORE THE QUEEN'S MAJESTY. As wretches in a storm (expecting day), With trembling hands and eyes cast up to heaven, Make prayers the anchor of their...
Page 42 - But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo; See where she sitteth: come away, my joy; Come away, I prithee: I do not like the cuckoo Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.

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