The prince and the pedlar: or, The siege of Bristol, by the author of 'The heiress'.

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R. Bentley, 1839

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Стр. 196 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Стр. 130 - ... the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Стр. 214 - He was a young man of so virtuous a habit of mind, that no temptation or provocation could corrupt him ; so great a lover of justice and integrity, that no example, necessity, or even the barbarity of this war, could make him swerve from the most precise rules of it ; and of that rare piety and devotion, that the court, or camp, could not shew a more faultless person, or to whose example young men might more reasonably conform themselves.
Стр. 96 - It is one who from thy sight Being, ah, exiled, disdaineth Every other vulgar light. Why, alas, and are you he? Be not yet those fancies changed ? Dear, when you find change in me, Though from me you be estranged, Let my change to ruin be.
Стр. 175 - I were at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
Стр. 97 - Peace, I think that some give ear; Come no more lest I get anger.' Bliss, I will my bliss forbear, Fearing, sweet, you to endanger; But my soul shall harbour there. ' Well, begone, begone I say, Lest that Argus
Стр. 96 - Who is it that this dark night, Underneath my window plaineth? It is one who from thy sight, Being, ah! exiled, disdaineth Every other vulgar light. Why, alas! and are you he? Be not yet those fancies changed?
Стр. 230 - that if he had not understanding enough to know the uprightness of the cause, nor loyalty enough to inform him of the duty of a subject, yet the very obligations of gratitude to the King, on the behalf of his house...
Стр. 263 - WHEN as king Henry rulde this land, The second of that name, Besides the queene, he dearly lovde A faire and comely dame. Most peerlesse was her beautye founde, Her favour, and her face ; A sweeter creature in this worlde Could never prince embrace. Her crisped lockes like threads of golde Appeard to each man's sight ; Her sparkling eyes, like Orient pearles, Did cast a heavenlye light.
Стр. 252 - On the other hand, prince Rupert, and all the officers of his army, very earnestly desired to assault it; alleged " the work to be easy, and the soldiers fitter for any brisk attempt, than a dull patient design; and that the army would be more weakened by the latter than the former : that the city, not having yet recovered the consternation of sir William Waller's defeat, was so full of horror, that it would make a very weak defence : that there was no soldier of experience in the town, and the governor...

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