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Ailwou'd Bates believe better Betty Brag Brit brother Brown child Colonel comes daughter dear devil don't Enter Exit eyes father fear fellow firſt girl give gone hand head hear heart hold honour hope houſe huſband I'll Jenny juſt keep kind Lady Laft laſt leave live Load look Lord Madam marry matter mean mind Moore moſt muſt myſelf never once Peter play pleaſe poor pray pretty ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe Shift ſhould Simon Sir Geo Sir Hec Sir Hector Sir Wil ſome ſpeak ſtill ſuch ſure talk tell thee there's theſe thing thou thought Trap true turn Weal what's Whit Wife woman wou'd young yourſelf
Сторінка 50 - Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou...
Сторінка 50 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
Сторінка 58 - Thou peerless knight of these woods ; Do but slay this dragon, who won't leave us a rag on, We'll give thee all our goods.
Сторінка 60 - Tho' their strength it was great, their skill it was neat, They never had one wound. At length the hard earth began to quake, The dragon gave him...
Сторінка 50 - TwAs when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Why...
Сторінка 57 - OLD stories tell, how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads, and fourteen eyes, To see and well discern-a : But he had a club, this dragon to drub, Or he had ne'er done it, I warrant ye : But More of More-hall, with nothing at all, He slew the dragon of Wantley.
Сторінка 98 - Well, young man, and what do you think will be the end of all this ? Here I have received, by the laft mail, a quire of your draughts from abroad.
Сторінка 90 - And never once call'd upon old Cole. No, no, I am worn out, thrown by and forgotten, like a tatter'd garment, as Mr. Squintum fays.