The Coldstreams and the musqueteers, Volume 1

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Thomas Cautley Newby, 1856
 

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Page 186 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 22 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 163 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 253 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 163 - O most pernicious woman ! 0 villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! My tables/' — meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
Page 271 - But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Page 1 - Murder ! Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
Page 77 - And let me the canakin clink, clink And let me the canakin clink: A soldier's a man; A life's but a span; Why then, let a soldier drink.
Page 186 - Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doctor Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macbeth Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Page 95 - Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

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