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... kick'd . 2 Sw . How far , sir ? Bes . Not to flatter myself , all over : My sword lost , but not forced ; for discreetly I render'd it , to save that imputation . 1 Sw . It shew'd discretion , the best part of valour . 2 Sw . Brother ...
... kick'd . 2 Sw . How far , sir ? Bes . Not to flatter myself , all over : My sword lost , but not forced ; for discreetly I render'd it , to save that imputation . 1 Sw . It shew'd discretion , the best part of valour . 2 Sw . Brother ...
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... kick'd . 2 Sw . I must not say so ; Nor I must not hear it spoke by th ' tongue o ' man . You kick'd , dear brother ! You are merry . 1 Sw . But put the case , I were kick'd . 2 Sw . Let them put it , That are things weary of their ...
... kick'd . 2 Sw . I must not say so ; Nor I must not hear it spoke by th ' tongue o ' man . You kick'd , dear brother ! You are merry . 1 Sw . But put the case , I were kick'd . 2 Sw . Let them put it , That are things weary of their ...
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... kick'd . 2 Sw . Forward . 1 Sw . And , being thoroughly kick'd , laughs at the kicker . 2 Sw . So much for us . Proceed . 1 Sw . And in this beaten scorn , as I may call it , Delivers up his weapon ; where lies the error ? Bes . It lies ...
... kick'd . 2 Sw . Forward . 1 Sw . And , being thoroughly kick'd , laughs at the kicker . 2 Sw . So much for us . Proceed . 1 Sw . And in this beaten scorn , as I may call it , Delivers up his weapon ; where lies the error ? Bes . It lies ...
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Leigh Hunt. 2 Sw . If he be sure he has been kick'd enough : For that brave sufferance you speak of , brother , Consists not in a beating and away , But in a cudgell'd body , from eighteen To eight and thirty ; in a head rebuked With ...
Leigh Hunt. 2 Sw . If he be sure he has been kick'd enough : For that brave sufferance you speak of , brother , Consists not in a beating and away , But in a cudgell'd body , from eighteen To eight and thirty ; in a head rebuked With ...
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Page 151 - A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Page 339 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Page 248 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 137 - I will be master of what is mine own. She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything...
Page 283 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.
Page 80 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages), Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
Page 286 - The little engine on his fingers' ends ; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Page 5 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Page 341 - He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'da bumper ; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper. Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser? I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser : Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat?
Page 299 - Unwater'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn, And swallows roost in Nilus' dusty urn. My lord advances with majestic mien, Smit with the mighty pleasure to be seen : But soft — by regular approach — not yet — First...