At her old steeple-hat and velvet guard - I mean that ear-formed vault, built o'er the dungeon To catch the groans and discontented murmurs The Conspiracy. gers Then laughs to see them stumble! Mother! no- By this good light, a wench of matchless mettle! They seemed to bear the burden. Old Play. Wise men applaud us when we eat the eaters, As the devil laughs when keen folks cheat the cheaters.' The Sea Voyage. CONTENTIONS fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause. Albion. HE came amongst them like a new-raised spirit, AND some for safety took the dreadful leap; Some for the voice of Heaven seemed calling on them; Some for advancement, or for lucre's sake The Dream. |