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And thou'lt be glad all thy life long, my lad, that thou waited for the Lord to give it thee, and didn't snatch it like out of His hand. We're oft like children, that willn't wait till the fruit be ripe, but makes theirselves ill by eating it green. And when folks does that, there's no great pleasure in the eating, and a deal of pain at after." "That's true. Well, good night, Uncle Anthony.
John in an arm-piece of the Milanese armour that hangs on the wall, thou'lt find the Seal!" "Right, my King! right!" cried Tom Canty; "NOW the sceptre of England is thine own; and it were better for him that would dispute it that he had been born dumb! Go, my Lord St. John, give thy feet wings!"
Milo again let fall the rock, pressed a huge hand on Sancho's breast, and pushed him back, saying: "Peace, fool! Go with thy mistress. Thine eye will never again witness the like. Go, I tell thee. Dost fear the Sultana's justice?" "Come, Sancho. Thou'lt be a marked man among thy fellows when I have shown thee what they yearn to see."
The man who weeps Without a blush will ne'er want cause for tears! CARLOS. Who is this man? By what mistake of nature Has he thus strayed amongst mankind? A tear Is man's unerring, lasting attribute. Whose eye is dry was ne'er of woman born! Oh, teach the eye that ne'er hath overflowed, The timely science of a tear thou'lt need The moist relief in some dark hour of woo.
Country for country thou'lt find, if thou seek it; Life for life never, early or late. It is strange men should dwell in the house of abjection, When the plain of God's world is so wide and so great! I kissed his hands, hardly crediting my escape; and recked little of the loss of my eye, in consideration of my deliverance from death.
When wilto coom to Thornleigh Arms to have th' five shillin' paid over?" "Eh, I doubt Ted 'ud sooner ha' th' five shillin' worth," suggested one of Ted's boon companions. "I dunno," replied Ted; "I reckon I'd as soon ha' th' brass." "Ah, but thou'lt coom to Orme's for it?"
John in an arm-piece of the Milanese armour that hangs on the wall, thou'lt find the Seal!" "Right, my King! right!" cried Tom Canty; "NOW the sceptre of England is thine own; and it were better for him that would dispute it that he had been born dumb! Go, my Lord St. John, give thy feet wings!"
Carew was looking up at a thin streak of light that came in through the narrow window at the stair. "Nick," said he, huskily, "last night I dreamed I heard thee singing; but 'twas where there was a sweet, green field and a stream flowing through a little wood. Methought 'twas on the road past Warwick toward Coventry. Thou'lt go there some day and remember Gaston Carew, wilt not, lad?
Now ye gods forefend! If thou hast the chance, thou'lt have it strong." Therewith the Archbishop, in his purple robes, appeared in the archway at the other end of the hall, the King joined him, and still followed by the jester, they both vanished. It was presently made known that the King was about to dine there, and that all were to sit down to eat.
Have I not known thee wandering, and on thy way to this city of Shagpat, where thou'lt some day sit throned? Now I propose to thee this and 'tis an excellent proposal that I lead thee to great things, and make thee glorious, a sitter in high seats, Master of an Event? Cried he, 'A proposal honourable to thee, and pleasant in the ear. She added, 'Provided thou marry me in sweet marriage.
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