...as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now. Sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of e wise; and if you give.it her. nny such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and...

...was as sharp as a pen, and "a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of o prodiga troublchimself with any such thoughts yet. So, 'abademe lay more clothes on his feet: Iputmyhandintothebed,...

...the wretchedness and folly of a sensual life, than Shakspeare's account of this libertine's career. "So 'a cried out — God! God! God! three or four...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts, yet." " Miserable comfort !" " wretched man !" are the natural and heartfelt exclamations of every reader....

...finely noticed by Shakspeare, when he makes the landlady say, in describing the death of Falstaff, " So 'a cried out, God, God, God, three or four times...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet." Nothing can more graphically describe the ignorant notions of many a miud. Now a physician, in offering...

...as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God, God, God ! three...hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any snch thoughts yet : so 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt...

...for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends,t I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as...what, man ! be o' good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, (*) First folio omits, hare. (I) First folio, end. » And 'a. babbled of green fieldi.] In the folio,—...

...it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o1 e/ timrs. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a* should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble...

...if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a fine end, and went away, an it had been any cbristom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one,...there was no need to trouble himself with any such thought!? yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them,...

...was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I. What, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet." Here we have reduced to its naked and ghastly absurdity, because expressed in words, that which is...

...o' the tide : (3) for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, anfl play witn nowers, and smile lipon his fingers' ends,* I knew there was but one way ;...quoth I: what, man! be o' good cheer. So 'a cried oat— God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of...