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Página 333 - For he that fights and runs away May live to fight another day, But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again.
Página 336 - February fill dike, be it black or be it white : But if it be white, it's the better to like.
Página 330 - Our Knight did bear no less a pack Of his own buttocks on his back : Which now had almost got the upperHand of his head for want of crupper : To poise this equally, he bore A paunch of the same bulk before...
Página 151 - Fight on, my merry men all, And see that none of you be taine ; For I will stand by and bleed but awhile, And then will I come and fight againe.
Página 149 - His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree ; " Never was I sent for before any king, My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.
Página 311 - Full deere they cost my purse; And thou shalt have the best of them, And I will have the worse." The first stroke that Little Musgrave stroke, He hurt Lord Barnard sore; The next stroke that Lord Barnard stroke, Little Musgrave nere struck more.
Página 225 - By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her, Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Página 151 - Asking grace of a graceles face — Why there is none for you nor me." But lonne had a bright sword by his side, And it was made of the mettle so free, That had not the king stept his foot aside, He had smitten his head from his faire bodde.
Página xiii - The nose? what care I for the nose? Where is de nose? Why, sir, if it had a nose, I would not give sixpence for it. How the devil should we distinguish the works of the ancients, if they were perfect? The nose, indeed. Why, I don't suppose, now, but, barring the nose, Roubiliac could cut as good a head every whit. Brush, who is this man with his nose? The fellow should know something of something, too, for he speaks broken English.