The Household of Sir Thos. MoreFictitious diary of Margaret More. |
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Page 110 - I find His Grace my very good lord indeed, and I believe he doth as singularly favour me as any subject within this Realm; howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee I have no cause to be proud thereof, for if my head would win him a castle in France (for then there was war between us), it should not fail to go.
Page 190 - Will's minding to be present at the Triall, which, for the Concourse of Spectators, demanded his earlie Attendance, he committed the Care of me, with Bess, to Dancey, who got us Places to see Father on his Way from the Tower to Westminster Hall. We coulde not come at him for the Crowd, but clambered on a Bench to gaze our very Hearts away after him as he went by, sallow, thin, grey-haired, yet in Mien not a Whit cast down.
Page 99 - Twas one of those Preferences young People sometimes manifest, themselves know neither why nor wherefore, and are shamed afterwards, to be reminded of. I'm sure I shall ne'er remind him. There was nothing in me to fix a rational or passionate Regard. I have neither Bess's...
Page 92 - The hunt is up, the hunt is up, And it is well nigh day; And Harry our king is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay.