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Page 66 - But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. CADE. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 190 - Thou think'st It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep, And run upon the sharp wind of the north !" " I never dared to ask again. But what matters that ? They say the ground is rough and difficult to walk on ; that earthquakes shake it and make holes to swallow cities...
Page 25 - I am gone, sir, and anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, like to the old vice, Your need to sustain. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath, Cries ah, ha ! to the devil. Like a mad lad, pare thy nails, dad, Adieu, goodman devil.
Page 191 - ... the sea-fowl, rocking in the storm* In breeze and gale, thy onward course we urge ; My Water-Queen ! Lady of mine ! More light and swift than thou, none thread the sea, With surer keel, or steadier on its path ; We brave each waste of ocean-mystery, And laugh to hear the howling tempest's wrath ! For we are thine ! My brigantine ! Trust to the mystic power that points thy way, Trust to the eye that pierces from afar, Trust the red meteors that around thee play, And fearless trust the sea-green...