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Página 130 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Página 323 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-trec. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, etc. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note; Quick in dance as thought can be; Deft his tabor, cudgel stout ; O, he lies by the willow-tree!
Página 222 - See how the Dean begins to break ! Poor gentleman, he droops apace ! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays : He recollects not what he says...
Página 158 - I was resolved to tell my money, to see if it was right. Now, you must know, because my trunk has a very bad...
Página 165 - than I can say ; I never remember any weather that was not too hot, or too cold ; too wet, or too dry ; but, however God Almighty contrives it, at the end of the year 'tis all very well.
Página 324 - Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree.
Página 283 - This relation will not be wholly without its use, if those, who languish under any part of his sufferings, shall be enabled to fortify their patience, by reflecting that they feel only those afflictions from which the abilities of Savage did not exempt him; or...