Ludgate Hill, Past and Present: A Narrative Concerning the People, Places, Legends, and Changes of the Great London Highway

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Griffith and Farran, 1881 - 130 sider

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Side 64 - BUSY, curious, thirsty fly ! Drink with me, and drink as I. Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up : Make the most of life you may ; Life is short and wears away. Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline. Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore. Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one ! William Oldvs.
Side 106 - Sacchi, Antonio, and Master Black-more ; But to see a man swing At the end of a string, With his neck in a noose, will be quite a new thing...
Side 54 - We may suppose the stage to have been raised in this area, on the fourth side, with its back to the gateway of the inn, at which the money for admission was taken. Thus, in fine weather, a playhouse not incommodious might have been formed.
Side 44 - As for the Bell Savage, which is the sign of a savage man standing by a bell, I was formerly very much puzzled upon the conceit of it, till I accidentally fell into the reading of an old romance translated out of the French; which gives an account of a very beautiful woman who was found in a wilderness, and is called in the French La Belle Sauvage; and is every where translated by our countrymen the Bell Savage.
Side 113 - Prepare for death, if here at night you roam ; And sign your will before you sup from home. Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man ; Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.
Side 113 - ... is found The lurking thief, who, while the daylight shone, Made the walls echo with his begging tone : That crutch, which late compassion mov'd, shall wound Thy bleeding head, and fell thee to the ground. Though thou art tempted by the linkman's call, Yet trust him not along the lonely wall ; In the mid-way he'll quench the flaming brand, And share the booty with the pilfering band, Still keep the public streets where oily rays Shot from the crystal lamp o'erspread the ways.
Side 113 - Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man, Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest. Yet ev'n these heroes, mischievously gay, Lords of the street, and terrors of the way, Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine, Their prudent insults to the poor confine; Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach, And shun the shining train, and golden coach.
Side 21 - I shall say of her, therefore, is this : she was born well, she lived well, and she died well ; for she was born with the name Creswell, she lived in Clerkenwell, and she died in Bridewell.
Side 54 - ... ranged over each other on three sides of the building. The small rooms under the lowest of these galleries answer to our present boxes ; and it is observable that these even in theatres which were...
Side 25 - VII., about the year 1501, the 16th of his reign, repaired, or rather new built this house, not embattled, or so strongly fortified castle like, but far more beautiful and commodious for the entertainment of any prince or great estate.

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