Remains of the Early Popular Poetry of England, Volumen4William Carew Hazlitt J.R. Smith, 1866 |
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Página 163 - Hark ! Hark ! The dogs do bark, the beggars are coming to town...
Página 148 - There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Página 146 - A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
Página 140 - And it came to pass on the seventh day, that they said unto Samson's wife, entice thy husband that he may declare unto us the riddle, lest we burn thee and thy father's house with fire. Have ye called us to take that we have ? Is it not so ? And Samson's wife wept before him, and said, Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not.
Página 141 - So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
Página 148 - The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water ; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
Página 142 - For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
Página 87 - HERE is the boke of mayd Emlyn that had v. husbandes and all kockoldes ; she wold make theyr berdes whether they wold or no, and gyue them to were a praty hodefulle of belles. Imprynted at London without Newegate, in Saynt Pulkers [Sepulkers] Parysshe, by me John Skot, dwellynge in the Olde Bayly.
Página 46 - Now have at you all," then said Little John, « " If you be so full of your blows; Fight on all four, and nere give ore, Whether you be friends or foes.
Página 308 - Beleevet hee's some unthrift, sayes the poore man, That has lost his money and pawnd his cloathes. " How hapt he hath gat neere a coate to his backe ? This bowling I like not ; it hath him undone. Ise warrant that fellow in those gay cloathes, He hath his coyne and his doublet won. " But when he came before the King, The Nobleman did his curtesie : The poore man followed after him, And gave a nod with his head and a becke with his knee. "If you be Sir King, then said the poore man, As I can hardly...