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early rescued from the cares which increase with growing years; no delights are worth thy stay, smiling as they seem and gay; short and sickly are they all, hardly tasted ere they pall.
L and grand fomenter of Olympian feuds,
V Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-Heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marion Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence in her score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught.
DEATH NEVER WELCOME
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to tug you to his wherry, and dislodge you
T'M peppered: 1 I was in the midst of all, and banged of all hands: they made an anvil of my head; it rings yet; never so threshed. Do you call this fame? I have
famed it; I have got immortal fame; but I'll no more on't: I'll no such scratching saint to serve hereafter. O’ my conscience, I was killed above twenty times; and yet, I know not what a devil's in it, I crawled away, and lived again still. I am hurt
11. pale ?
iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
I did but tell her she mistook her frets,
1 I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
I fear, 'tis too choleric a meat.
1434 INCERTUM est, quid agam: quia praeter spem,
atque incredibile hoc mi obtigit: ita sum irritatus, animum ut nequeam ad cogitan.
dum instituere. Quamobrem omnes, cum secundae res sunt maxume,
tum maxume meditari secum oportet, quo pacto advorsam aerum
nam ferant: pericla, damna, exilia peregre rediens semper cogitet, aut fili peccatum, aut uxoris mortem, aut morbum
filiae: communia esse haec; ne quid horum unquam accidat
animo novum, quicquid praeter spem eveniat, omne id deputare esse in lucro.
T. M. PLAVTVS.
1435 FATHERS INCONSIDERATE TO THEIR SONS M UAM iniqui sunt patres in omnis adolescentes
iudices ! qui aequom esse censent, nos iam a pueris illico
nasci senes: neque illarum affines esse rerum, quas fert adoles
centia: ex sua libidine moderantur, nunc quae est, non quae
olim fuit. Mihi si unquam filius erit, nae ille facili me utetur
patre : nam et cognoscendi et ignoscendi dabitur peccatis
locus; non ut meus, qui mihi per alium ostendit suam
Perii! is mihi, ubi adbibit plus paulo, sua quae
narrat facinora ? Nunc ait, periculum ex aliis facito, tibi quod ex
usu siet: astutus: nae ille haud scit, quam mihi nunc surdo
P. TERENTIVS AFER
PAULO-SLAVE-MERCHANT P, W HAT can he do?
VV S. Why anything that's ill, and never blush at it: he's so true a thief, that he'll steal from himself, and think he has got
by it. He stole out of his mother's belly, being an infant; and from a lousy nurse he stole his nature, from a dog his look, and from an ape his nimbleness; he will look in your face and pick your pockets, rob ye the most wise rat of a cheese-paring; there, where a cat will go in, he will follow, his body has no back-bone. Now if any of you be given to the excellent art of lying, behold, before you here, the master-piece!
THE SOLDIER'S LIFE HAT slave would be a soldier, to be censured VV by such as ne'er saw danger? to have our pay, our worths and merits, balanced in the scale of base moth-eaten peace? I have had wounds would have made all this bench faint and look pale, but to behold them searched. They lay their heads on their soft pillows, pore upon their bags, grow fat with laziness and resty ease; and us, that stand betwixt them and disaster, they will not spare a drachma. O! my soldiers, before you want, I'll sell my small possessions, even to my skin, to help you; plate and jewels, all shall be yours. Men that are men indeed, the earth shall find, the sun and air must feed.
J. WEBSTER F. S. III