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Strana vii - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Strana 138 - Beat the broad gates, a goodly hollow sound, With double echoes, doth again rebound ; But not a dog doth bark to welcome thee, Nor churlish porter canst thou chafing see. All dumb and silent, like the dead of night, Or dwelling of some sleepy Sybarite ; The marble pavement hid with desert weed, 'With house-leek, thistle, dock, and hemlock seed, Look to the tow'red chimneys, which should be The wind-pipes of good hospitality, Through which it breatheth to the open air, Betokening life and liberal...
Strana 48 - Third, that he never change his trencher twice. Fourth, that he use all common courtesies, Sit bare at meals, and one half rise and wait. Last, that he never his young master beat But he must ask his mother to define How many jerks she would his breech should line. All these observed, he could contented be To give five marks and winter livery.
Strana 68 - To fare so freely with so little cost, Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host.
Strana 53 - Could no unhusked acorn leave the tree But there was challenge made whose it might be. And if some nice and...
Strana xxxviii - Bury, my first work was to build up my house, which was extremely ruinous ; which done, the uncouth solitariness of my life, and the extreme incommodity of that single housekeeping, drew my thoughts, after two years, to condescend to the necessity of a married estate, which God no less strangely provided for me ; for, walking from the church on Monday in the Whitsun week, with a grave and reverend minister, Mr.
Strana 120 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Strana 116 - The sturdy ploughman doth the soldier see, All scarfed with pied colours to the knee, Whom Indian pillage hath made fortunate, And now he 'gins to loath his former state...
Strana 39 - Fond fool ! six feet shall serve for all thy store ; And he that cares for most shall find no more.
Strana 68 - His eyes seem'd sunk for very hollowness ; But could he have (as I did it mistake) So little in his purse, so much upon his back ? So nothing in his maw ? yet seemeth by his belt, That his gaunt gut not too much stuffing felt. Seest thou how side it hangs beneath his hip ? Hunger and heavy iron makes girdles slip.

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