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Zoo wi'out any mwore ham-chammy we ageën raise our cyder cups to ee, wi' th' pious pray'r on our lips that Heaven ull prosper ee, an' we assure ee that Darset Men ull ever sheen as oone o' th' bright jools in yer Crown. I d' bide, az avoretime, an' vor all time, Thy Vaithful Sarvint,
The Nymphs and Swains appear in Streets and Bowers As morning fresh, as lovely as the Flowers. As blight as Phoebus, Ruler of the Day, Prudent as Pallas, and as Flora gay. A Spire majestic roars its solemn Vane, Where Praises, Pray'r and true Devotion reign, Where Truth and Peace and Charity abound, Where God is fought, and heav'nly Blessings found.
Adieu, my friend, nor blame this sad adieu, Though sorrow guides my pen, it blames not you. Forget me 'tis my pray'r; nor seek to know The fate of him whose portion must be woe, Till the cold earth outstretch her friendly arms, And Death convince me that he can have charms."
I shall not vse further motiues, my condition in other respecks & w't my trouble & expenses haue been according to my poor ability in my place being not altogether vnknowne to some of ye Court. That ye Lord's prsence may be with & his blessing accompany all yo'r psons, Counsells, & endeauors for his honor & ye weale of his poor people is ye pray'r of Yo'r supplliant
'Midst trees and streams of constant love, That's whispered by the turtle-dove; Sweet cooing cushat all my pray'r, Is love in elegance to share. Mr. H. That's what I call fine, now! Very fine that. Gilbert, if you've ever a love-song in your composition. Gilb. Love-song I can't say, ma'am; but such as I have I'm no great hand at composition but I have one song they call it, My choice of a wife.
Elias was a man as frail as we are, And he was earnest with the Lord in pray'r, That there might be no rain, and for the space Of three years and six months no rain there was: And afterward, when he again made suit, The heav'n gave rain, the earth brought forth her fruit.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a lawyer's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit, And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig tail, Tickling the parson as he lies asleep; Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscades, Spanish blades, Of healths fire fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ears, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a pray'r or two, And sleeps again.
Temperance long retards the flight of Youth Learn here, how penitence and pray'r Man's fallen race for happier worlds prepare; Learn mild demeanour, void of art, And bear, amidst the world, the hermit's heart; Fix, trav'ller! deep this heaven-taught lore: Know Bruno brings it, and returns no more."
If any of you by sickness be distress'd, Let him the elders of the church request That they would come and pray for him a while; Anointing him in the Lord's name with oil; So shall the pray'r that is of faith restore The sick, and God shall raise him as before. And all th' offences which he hath committed Shall be forgiv'n, and he shall be acquitted.
His left hand would sort o' settle as light as a dead leaf over the kyard he's after that a-way not a tenth part of a second an' that pasteboard would come along, palmed, an' as his hand floats over the box as he's goin' to make the next turn the kyard would reassoome its cunnin' place inside. An' all as smoothly serene as pray'r meetin's.
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