London and Westminster: City and Suburb: Strange Events, Characteristics, and Changes, of Metropolitan Life, Volume 1

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Page 147 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Page 31 - While Butler, needy wretch ! was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give. See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown — He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Page 21 - But the mayor liked his company so well, and was grown so intimate, that he pursued him hastily, and, catching him fast by the hand, cried out with a vehement oath and accent, " Sir, you shall stay and take t'other bottle.
Page 122 - Bifil that in that seson on a day. In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage To Caunterbury with ful devout corage.
Page 281 - All you that in the eondemn'd hold do lie. Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die ; Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near, That you before the Almighty must appear : Examine well yourselves, in time repent, That you may not to eternal flames be sent." And when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls. The Lord above have mercy on your souls ! Past twelve o'clock...
Page 189 - He received me very courteously; but, it must be confessed, that his apartment, and furniture, and morning dress, were sufficiently uncouth. His brown suit of clothes looked very rusty; he had on a little old shrivelled unpowdered wig, which was too small for his head; his shirt-neck and knees of his breeches were loose; his black worsted stockings ill drawn up ; and he had a pair of unbuckled shoes by way of slippers.
Page 45 - Well, then," returned the beau, "have at the mare's pony" (twenty-five guineas). The beau continued to throw until he drove home the brewer's twelve ponies running, and then getting up and making him a low bow whilst pocketing the cash, he said, "Thank you, alderman ; for the future I shall never drink any porter but yours.
Page 140 - The chief citizens, like the noble Italians, hire mercenaries to carry arms in their stead; and you shall have a fellow of a desperate fortune, for the gain of one...
Page 277 - Vollies of Sighs are sent from the Windows of Holborn, that so comely a Youth should be brought to disgrace!
Page 286 - ... any thing ; but what he said to the friar, his confessor, is not known. When he came to the place of execution he would not climb the ladder, until such time as being soundly beaten with bats and staves he was forced to go up ; and when he was up, he said, ' So long as I do wear any thing upon me, I shall not die...

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