The Gentleman's Magazine, Volumes 196-197

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F. Jefferies, 1854
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Page 459 - show that a wit, the author of ‘Love for Love,' and ‘ The Old Bachelor,' had not paced the aisles of a cathedral without emotion: How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made stedfast and
Page 111 - another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good eyes too. - . - She bears the purse too: she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me: they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both.
Page 109 - if thou can'st. Come, an it were not for thy humours, there is not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face and draw thy action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, I know thou was't set on to this.
Page 111 - the Lord I knew ye, as well as he that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters, was it for me to kill the heirapparent? should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest lam
Page 111 - a plain tale shall put you down: then did we two set on you four - . . and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared as ever I heard bull-calf.
Page 110 - friends for three reprieves for you and your coachfellow, Nym, or else you had looked through the grate like a gemini of baboons. I am damned in hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends you were good soldiers and tall fellows: and when Mistress Bridget
Page 111 - What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May; he will carry't: he will carry't: ‘tis in his buttons: he will carry't.
Page 317 - Why not of De Vere? For where is Bohun? Where is Mowbray? Where is Mortimer? Nay, which is more and most of all, where is Plantagenet? They are entombed in the urns and sepulchres of mortality. And yet let the name
Page 111 - valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct: the lion will not touch the true prince. . . - I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life, I for a valiant lion,

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