But love her dearely, Thurston, sheele deserv't: I doe remember, when my Father livd, How he would praise her goodnes. Think on me As one that lovd you well, but neer like her; And, if you please, bestow each day a kisse Uppon her in my memory. Soe, farewell. Tho. But, harke you, sir, do you intend to love her. Thu. Good sir, torment me not. Enter Grimes. Grimes. By your leave, gentlemen: good Mr.
There is a feate the king is desirous to haue wrought on some great man of the enemies side, marie it requireth not so much resolution as discretion to bring it to passe, and yet resolution inough shalbe showen in it to, being so full of hazardous ieopardy as it is, harke in your eare, thus it is.
You had best be wary, Bonvill; the young cittizen or the souldier will rob you of her. Bon. O, we feare not them: shall we goe, sir? Lady. Nay, Ile detaine my servant. Bon. Harke you, sir, strike home; doe you heare? Lady. Servant, have you leasure To hear what I inioyne you? Tho. Your good pleasure. Lady. What shall I doe?
What a Noise this confusion of languages make; tis almost as good as a beare baiting. Harke you, Sir, you are never like to recover me by law. Co. You are not the first sweet Ladie has been overthrowne at Common Lawe. Sis. Not by tenn thousand, Sir.
Gray speaks of "moping" owls; Chatterton exclaims, "Harke! the dethe owle loude dothe synge"; whilst Hogarth introduces the same bird in the murder scene of his Four Stages of Cruelty. Nor is the belief in the sinister prophetic properties of the owl confined to the white races; we find it everywhere among the Red Indians. West Africans, Siamese, and Aborigines of Australia.
His soldiers, we read, "pulled down the idolatrous images from the Market Cross; they brake down the organ in the Cathedral and dashed the pipes with their pole-axes, crying in scoff, "Harke! how the organs goe"; and after they ran up and down with their swords drawn, defacing the monuments of the dead and hacking the seats and stalls."
Such dainty things as "Now hath Flora robb'd her bowers" and "Harke, all you ladies that do sleep" possess the charms of freshness and spontaneity, and his devotional poetry, especially "Awake, awake, thou heavy Spright" and "Never weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore", makes almost as wide an appeal.
What little I learnt was in harmony with previous explorations, for my track cut at right angles the line of the Harke Tief, the stream issuing at Nessmersiel. It, too, was in the nature of a canal, but only in embryo at the point I touched it, south of Nesse. Works on a deviation were in progress, and in a short digression down stream I sighted another lighter-building yard.
"Yes, I have, sir, a very strong one in favor of the meat ha! ha! ha!" "D n me, whoever christened you Hycy the accomplished, hit you off." "I did myself; because you must know, my worthy Hal, that, along with all my other accomplishments, I am my own priest. "And that is the reason why you hate the clergy? eh ha! ha! ha!" "A hit, a hit, I do confess." "Harke, Mr.