"E'en" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... God send thee care! I am in a hare's likeness now; But I shall be a woman e'en now! Hare! hare! ...
— Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds • Charles Mackay
... may be sweet at morning hour, or at the noon o' day, To meet wi' those that we lo'e weel in grove or garden gay; But the sweetest bliss o' mortal life is at the hour o' e'en, Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, in ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume IV. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... to cry, hail? What taught the chattering pie his tale? Hunger; that sharpener of the wits, Which gives e'en fools some ...
— Marriage • Susan Edmonstone Ferrier
... sight, And left the stars to watch away the night. O stars, sweet stars, so changeless and serene! What depths of woe your pitying eyes have seen! The proud sun sets, and leaves us with our sorrow, To grope alone in darkness till the morrow. The languid moon, e'en if she deigns to rise, Soon seeks her couch, grown weary of our sighs; But from the early gloaming till the day Sends golden-liveried heralds forth to say He comes in might; the patient stars shine on, Steadfast and faithful, from twilight ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... Kelpie closely resembled the Irish Phoocah, or Poocah, a mischievous being, who was particularly dreaded on the night of All Hallow E'en, when it was thought he had especial power; he delighted to assume the form of a black horse, and should any luckless wight bestride the fiendish steed, he was carried through brake and mire, over water and land at a bewildering pace. Woe-betide the timid rider, for the Poocah made ...
— Welsh Folk-Lore - a Collection of the Folk-Tales and Legends of North Wales • Elias Owen
... e'en the same as the deed reck'nin' cam' to, Cap'en, a wee bit to the westwar' o' twenty-seven, and close to ...
— On Board the Esmeralda - Martin Leigh's Log - A Sea Story • John Conroy Hutcheson
... last; Com'st thou to beard me[55] in Denmark?—What, my young lady and mistress. By-'r-lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.[56] You are welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers,[57] fly at anything we see: We'll have a speech straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality;[58] ...
— Hamlet • William Shakespeare
... a man austere, The instinct of whose nature was to kill; The wrath of God he preached from year to year, And read with fervor Edwards on the Will; His favorite pastime was to slay the deer In Summer on some Adirondack hill; E'en now, while walking down the rural lane, He lopped the way-side lilies ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 12, No. 74, December, 1863 • Various
... never so beaten with anything in my life: but you must e'en take it as a gift of God; though it's as dark almost as if it ...
— Emily Bront • A. Mary F. (Agnes Mary Frances) Robinson
... I said, sweeping off my cap in true outlaw fashion, "the way is long and something lonely; methinks—we will therefore e'en accompany you, and may perchance lighten the tedium with quip and quirk and ...
— My Lady Caprice • Jeffrey Farnol
... women! I will e'en step over to the parson's and have a cup of sack with His Reverence for methinks Master Hamlet hath forgot that which was just now on his lips ...
— The Poet at the Breakfast Table • Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
... feigning that he blushed and was confused, I perceive that I am weak to-day, and cannot justice do unto my powers; and sat him down as who should say, There, it is not much yet he that hath an arse to spare, let him fellow that, an' he think he can. By God, an' I were ye queene, I would e'en tip this swaggering braggart out o' the court, and let him air his grandeurs and break his intolerable wind before ye deaf and such as ...
— 1601 - Conversation as it was by the Social Fireside in the Time of the Tudors • Mark Twain
... below? Where the triumphal chariots' haughty march? Gone to where victories must like dinners go. Farther I shall not follow the research: But oh! ye modern heroes with your cartridges, When will your names lend lustre e'en ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
... worry a grain, Miss Lois," said Sam composedly. "I see that are stick was e'en a'most in two, and I thought I'd jest settle it. I'll sweep up the coals now," he added, vigorously applying a turkey-wing to the purpose, as he knelt on the hearth, his spare, lean figure glowing in the blaze of the firelight, ...
— Oldtown Fireside Stories • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... sure of that, Mary; but I've played him one trick this morning for his own good, and if you won't help me to play another, e'en let it alone—all have their weak side,—that abstract idea of truth ...
— Edward Barnett; a Neglected Child of South Carolina, Who Rose to Be a Peer of Great Britain,—and the Stormy Life of His Grandfather, Captain Williams • Tobias Aconite
... so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow: What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had trained her pace,— A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew; E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread: What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue,—- Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath ...
— The Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... this building fair and proud, From its foundation to the cloud, Is all in dangerous plight; Beneath thee quakes and shakes the ground; 'Tis all, e'en down to hell's profound, A bog that scares the sight. The sin man wrought, the deluge brought, And without fail A fiery gale, Before which every thing shall quail, His deeds shall waken now; Worse evermore, till all is o'er, Thy case, ...
— The Sleeping Bard - or, Visions of the World, Death, and Hell • Ellis Wynne
... of ev'ry swelling height, And deepen every valley with a shade. The crusted window of each scatter'd cot, The icicles that fringe the thatched roof, The new swept slide upon the frozen pool, All lightly glance, new kindled with his rays; And e'en the rugged face of scowling Winter Looks somewhat gay. But for a little while He lifts his glory o'er the bright'ning earth, Then hides his head ...
— Poems, &c. (1790) • Joanna Baillie
... host and wan Decay Swept o'er earth's polluted face, And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace. Daedalus the void air tried On wings, to humankind by Heaven denied; Acheron's bar gave way with ease Before the arm of labouring Hercules. Nought is there for man too high; Our impious folly e'en would climb the sky, Braves the dweller on the steep, Nor lets the bolts of heavenly ...
— Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace • Horace
... wife for one on us, my dear Subtle! We'll e'en draw lots, and he that fails, shall have The more in goods, ...
— The Alchemist • Ben Jonson
... E'en Pleasure acts a treacherous part, She charms the scene, but stings the heart, And while she gulls us of our wealth, Or ...
— Adventures and Recollections • Bill o'th' Hoylus End
... of music, what a radiant tone, Thrills through me, from my lips the goblet stealing! Ye murmuring bells, already make ye known The Easter morn's first hour, with solemn pealing? Sing you, ye choirs, e'en now, the glad, consoling song, That once, from angel-lips, through gloom sepulchral rung, A new immortal ...
— Faust • Goethe
... Why, e'en Marie Corelli, who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, is thrust Like Elbert Hubbard forth; her Words to Scorn Are scatter'd, and ...
— The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne • Gelett Burgess
... King [Henry VI.] the marble weeps. And fast beside him once-feared Edward [IV.] sleeps; The grave unites where e'en the grave finds rest, And mingled lie ...
— Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama - A Revised American Edition of the Reader's Handbook, Vol. 3 • E. Cobham Brewer
... with rosy fingers fine, Purpled o'er those wings of thine? Was it some sylph whose tender care Spangled thy robes so fine and fair, And wove them of the morning air? I feel thy little throbbing heart. Thou fear'st, e'en now, death's ...
— The Pedler of Dust Sticks • Eliza Lee Follen
... Make us through Thy guidance richer In the grace our Lord hath won. Blest Partaker of God's fullness, Make us all, despite our dullness, Wiser e'en than Solomon. ...
— Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark • Jens Christian Aaberg
... Ragnor's beetling brow, the seaman's dread, That scowls by night and day On that same sea And with earth-shaking sound is heard to say,— Which sound the waves roll back with mocking glee— "What! Not enough of life ye must e'en ...
— Rowena & Harold - A Romance in Rhyme of an Olden Time, of Hastyngs and Normanhurst • Wm. Stephen Pryer
... (Though many) than good statues were— For these, in truth, were everywhere. Of bards full many a stroke divine 20 In Dante's, deg. Petrarch's, deg. Tasso's deg. line, deg.21 The land of Ariosto deg. show'd; deg.22 And yet, e'en there, the canvas glow'd With triumphs, a yet ampler brood, Of Raphael deg. and his brotherhood. deg.25 And nobly perfect, in our day Of haste, half-work, and disarray, Profound yet touching, sweet yet strong, Hath risen Goethe's, deg. Wordsworth's deg. song; deg.29 ...
— Matthew Arnold's Sohrab and Rustum and Other Poems • Matthew Arnold
... is, that if we should fall in with a coaster, or other ship, bound up-channel, or should sight a fishing boat, I will delay my voyage just long enough to put ye on board, but not a minute longer. And if so be we do not encounter another craft, you will e'en both have to join us, for we have here no room for idlers. And now, hie you both away into the cabin, and take off your wet clothes; Mr Bascomb, the master, will furnish you with dry clothing from the slop chest—though I misdoubt me," he continued, running his eye dubiously over ...
— Two Gallant Sons of Devon - A Tale of the Days of Queen Bess • Harry Collingwood
... Johnnie Bethune, puir fellow! Ye maunna take on about sic like laddies, or ye'll greet your e'en out o' your head. It's mony a braw man beside Johnnie Bethune has gane ...
— Alton Locke, Tailor And Poet • Rev. Charles Kingsley et al
... slow rise of the tree—how its stem trembled first Till it passed the kid's lip, the stag's antler; then safely outburst The fan-branches all round; and thou mindest when these too, in turn Broke a-bloom and the palm-tree seemed perfect; yet more was 155 to learn, E'en the good that comes in with the palm-fruit. Our dates shall we slight, When their juice brings a cure for all sorrow? or care for the plight Of the palm's self whose slow growth produced them? Not so! stem and branch Shall ...
— Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning • Robert Browning
... more upon Honington Green Dwells the Matron whom most I revere, If by pert observation unseen, I e'en now could indulge a fond tear. E'er her bright Morn of Life was o'ercast, When my senses first woke to the scene, Some short happy hours she had past On ...
— An Essay on War, in Blank Verse; Honington Green, a Ballad; The - Culprit, an Elegy; and Other Poems, on Various Subjects • Nathaniel Bloomfield
... an impatient gesture of his hand, "we must e'en hasten to the tube-road terminal. Word has long since been sent to ...
— Astounding Stories, February, 1931 • Various
... attend: let me explain (Although an idler) weariness and pain. Man's ever rack'd and restless, here below, And at his best estate must labour know. Then comes fatigue. The Sisters nine may please And promise poets happiness and ease; But e'en amidst those trees, that cooling shade, That calm retreat for them expressly made, No rest they find—there rich effusions flow In all the measures bardic numbers know: Thus on their way in endless toil they move, And spend their strength ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 14, Issue 382, July 25, 1829 • Various
... him there. And now farewell Ever beloved, but now more loved than ever! Oh! still as now watch o'er and timely check My hasty nature; still, their guardian-angel, Protect my people, e'en from me protect them: Then, after ages, pondering o'er the page Which bears my name, shall see, and seen shall bless That union most beloved of man and heaven, A patriot ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 • Various
... Yet it e'en helps as much as it will; if they get nothing, they lose nothing by it. And thinking by themselves, you'l in time see what it produces. Then if there be but one among them who is talkative, and that by drinking merrily the good success of the approaching marriage, his tongue begins to run; ...
— The Ten Pleasures of Marriage and The Confession of the New-married Couple (1682) • A. Marsh
... were sure we knew it all. "You may each one recite it." Hark! it was our teacher's call. Just imagine how we did it? You will guess it nearly right. And then to say it backward! Were you e'er in such a plight? Then we studied till (I mean it) e'en the paper on the wall, Each door, and sash, and picture frame, and objects one and all, In strokes and angles fairly danced before our very eyes, And in our dreams they haunted us in ...
— Silver Links • Various
... Moore," (said Henry, with a forced laugh,) "we must e'en wed to-morrow, or remain single at our peril," and he walked off, humming the tune of ...
— Ellen Middleton—A Tale • Georgiana Fullerton
... hates an author that's all author—fellows In foolscap uniforms turned up with ink, So very anxious, clever, fine, and jealous, One don't know what to say to them, or think, Unless to puff them with a pair of bellows; Of Coxcombry's worst coxcombs e'en the pink Are preferable to these shreds of paper, These unquenched ...
— The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 4 • Lord Byron
... touch the ear, Said: "E'en the blindest man Can tell what this resembles most: Deny the fact who can, This marvel of an elephant Is very like ...
— The New McGuffey Fourth Reader • William H. McGuffey
... then his stomach at the sight of food, Yet hard pressed, he urged him to the hateful task, Made pretence of eating slow the while his brain Rapidly was planning to escape his doom. Weapons none had he, e'en gone the ivory compass And the pistol that erstwhile had terrified Superstitious foes, the bullets long since hid In the breast of more ...
— Pocahontas. - A Poem • Virginia Carter Castleman
... 'twas, she wadna tell; But this is Jock, an' this is me, She says in to hersel: [whispers] He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, [blazed] As they wad never mair part; Till fuff! he started up the lum, [chimney] An' Jean had e'en a sair heart To see't ...
— Robert Burns - How To Know Him • William Allan Neilson
... creaked and groaned from its gibbet across the road. But we had come too late in the painting-season for any other than Hobson's choice: the tidbits of grime and squalor were all taken, and we must e'en content ourselves to be mocked and reviled for the philistinism of our domestic establishing, or else hie us hence where artists were not and Ethel ...
— Lippincott's Magazine, December, 1885 • Various
... that are hushed it awakens no more; "Friends that are gone" it can never restore; Yet e'en to the mourner one hope it may bring, 'Tis the type of ...
— Heart Utterances at Various Periods of a Chequered Life. • Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney
... e'en linger on a note of sublimity in this petition of Symmachus: of sublime faith;—when he makes Dea Roma refer to her history as having "hitherto flowed in an uninterrupted course of piety." It makes one think that they taught Roman history in ...
— The Crest-Wave of Evolution • Kenneth Morris
... and cerebrate: The fervid Pote who never potes, Great Artists, Male or She, that Talk But scorn the Pigment and the chalk, And Cubist sculptors wild as Goats, Theosophists and Swamis, too, Musicians mad as Hatters be— (E'en puzzled Hatters, two or three!) Tame anarchists, a dreary crew, Squib Socialists too damp to sosh, Fake Hobohemians steeped in suds, Glib females in Artistic Duds With Captive Husbands ...
— Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers • Don Marquis
... And the teacher of music the blackboard employs, The chalk must be used e'en in training the voice; Be it rhythm or melody, accent or force, He always insists on the regular course; Declaring the secret of musical skill Is found in the blackboard, the chalk, ...
— 1001 Questions and Answers on Orthography and Reading • B. A. Hathaway
... and falling tree, Co'day, co'day, co'nanny, co'nan. Their faces dear again we see, Co'day, co'day co'nanny, co'nan. They slept mid perils all unseen, Some Guardian Hand protecting well; E'en though the mighty tree trunks fell, The ...
— When Life Was Young - At the Old Farm in Maine • C. A. Stephens
... were stinging me, my darling, And I hate these gnats in summer E'en as though they were a rabble Of vile Jews with ...
— The Poems of Emma Lazarus - Vol. II. (of II.), Jewish Poems: Translations • Emma Lazarus
... face, like a silver wedge 'Mid the yellow wealth, nor disturbed its hair; E'en the priest allowed death's privilege, As he planted the crucifix with care On her breast, ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 13, No. 79, May, 1864 • Various
... sins, I have tried to keep them regularly squared up and balanced as I went along. I have always been regular at confession, and never failed a jot or tittle in what the holy father told me. But there may be something in what you say; one can't be too sure; and so I'll e'en school my old bones ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 51, January, 1862 • Various
... cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding owl, That hails the rising ...
— Bracebridge Hall • Washington Irving
... women here are made of the same materials as in other places; and I do not think that they can be mightily offended, if one sometimes leaves off trifling, to come to the point: however, if the Marchioness is not of this way of thinking, she may e'en provide herself elsewhere; for I can assure her, that I shall not long act the ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... transgressed not the law; Yea, notwithstanding it has died, it has Been quickened once again; and it abides The power by which that quick'ning has been done. Wherefore, it now is sanctified from all Unrighteousness, and crowned with glory, e'en The presence of the Father ...
— Added Upon - A Story • Nephi Anderson
... thereof hath been blown into their eyes." This fungus has been called Molly Puff, from its resemblance to a powder puff; also Devil's Snuff Box, Fuss Balls, and Puck Fists (from feist, crepitus ani, and Puck, the impish king of the fairies). In Scotland the Puff Ball is the blind man's e'en, because it has been believed that its dust will cause blindness; and in Wales it ...
— Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure • William Thomas Fernie
... front to scoff at Heaven, And celebrates his shame in open day, Thou, in the pride of all his crimes, cutt'st off The horrible example. Touched by thine, The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold Wrung from the o'er-worn poor. The perjurer, Whose tongue was lithe, e'en now, and voluble Against his neighbor's life, and he who laughed And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame Blasted before his own foul calumnies, Are smit with deadly silence. He, who sold His conscience to preserve ...
— Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant - Household Edition • William Cullen Bryant
... eyelids there do flow Tears, and I must weep e'en so Ever, ever. Lord of Light, Who can hide him from ...
— Laments • Jan Kochanowski
... hillside, In act to count his faithful flock again, Ere to a stranger's eye and arm untried He yield the rod of his old pastoral reign. He turns and round him memories throng amain, Thoughts that had seem'd for ever left behind O'ertake him, e'en as by some greenwood lane The summer flies the passing traveller find, Keen, but not half so sharp as now ...
— John Keble's Parishes • Charlotte M Yonge
... birds the people are here. It is just half-past nine and all lights have been out for some time, and everyone in the hotel is asleep. I've got to catch the train pretty early to-morrow, so I'll e'en do likewise. I'll only put J. S. C. here as I'm sure to have something more to say when I get ...
— Canada for Gentlemen • James Seton Cockburn
... little doth the young one dream, When full of play and childish cares, What power hath e'en his wildest scream, Heard by his mother unawares: He knows it not, he cannot guess: Years to a mother bring distress, But do not make her love ...
— The Works Of Lord Byron, Letters and Journals, Vol. 1 • Lord Byron, Edited by Rowland E. Prothero
... sailing Upon the Iceland cruise, But never left me money, Not e'en a couple sous. But—ri too loo! ri tooral loo! I know ...
— An Iceland Fisherman • Pierre Loti
... fool by fits is fair and wise; And e'en the best, by fits, what they despise." —Pope's Ess., ...
— The Grammar of English Grammars • Goold Brown
... E'en," wrote a Mrs. Sebuim, "I was staying with some friends in Hampstead, and we amused ourselves by working spells, to commemorate the night. There is one spell in which one walks alone down a path sowing hempseed, and repeating some fantastic words; when one is supposed ...
— Animal Ghosts - Or, Animal Hauntings and the Hereafter • Elliott O'Donnell
... foreigner base, of Athens the bane and disgrace, There is shrieking, his kinsman by race, The garrulous swallow of Thrace; From that perch of exotic descent, Rejoicing her sorrow to vent, She pours to her spirit's content, a nightingale's woeful lament, That e'en though the voting be equal, his ruin ...
— The Frogs • Aristophanes
... an' her lambs thegither, Were ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, An' owre she warsl'd in the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When Hughoc[2] he cam doytin by. Wi' glowing e'en an' lifted han's, Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's; He saw her days were near-hand ended, But, waes my heart! he could na mend it! He gaped wide but naething spak— At ...
— The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence. • Robert Burns and Allan Cunningham
... Dog!" Well, I don't want to flog The fine but excitable fellow. With a nip on his tail e'en a Bull wouldn't fail To bounce round a bit, and to bellow. I'd do my square best with the greatest good will, If only ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, April 4, 1891 • Various
... woman ... but at the end threw life from him, like your Prince, for a little sleep ... "Have I any look of a King?" said he, clanking his chain—"to be so baited on all sides by Fortune, that I must e'en die now to live with myself one day longer?" I left him railing at ...
— Traffics and Discoveries • Rudyard Kipling
... Betty. "Then I can send back to-night the song book and book of plays lent me by Sir Charles Carew, and which, after reading the first page, I e'en restored to their wrappings and laid aside with a good book a-top to put me in better thoughts if ever I was tempted to touch them again. I will get them, good fellow, and you shall carry them back to their owner with my thanks, ...
— Prisoners of Hope - A Tale of Colonial Virginia • Mary Johnston
... homeless outcast happy hours will find: To polar snows the Aurora-fires are given, The voice of friendship cheers the groping blind; The dreary night hath stars to deck the heaven; One law prevails beneficently kind: E'en not all darkness is the silent tomb, Faith points to bowers ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 431 - Volume 17, New Series, April 3, 1852 • Various
... mortals, alas! there be And mine is that self-same destiny; The fate of the lorn and lonely; For e'en in my childhood's early day, The comrades I sought would turn away; And of all the band, from the sportive play Was I ...
— Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf • George W. M. Reynolds
... E'en now ill-omened birds of prey Through the unpeopled mansions rove: Quench'd is that eye's inspiring ray, And lost the breezy ...
— The Philadelphia Magazines and their Contributors 1741-1850 • Albert Smyth
... birds fly ever from their dwelling, And men, who seek for food, at thy clear dawning. E'en though a mortal stay at home and serve thee, Much joy to him, Dawn, ...
— The Religions of India - Handbooks On The History Of Religions, Volume 1, Edited By Morris Jastrow • Edward Washburn Hopkins
... unskilful hands, Half hopeful, half in vague alarm, Building up walls of shining sands That fell and faded with the storm, E'en now my bosom shakes with fear, Like the last leaflets of this bough, For through the silence I ...
— The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 5, No. 1, January, 1852 • Various
... on a hill-top near the sun The stars are unseen, every one, While from its base within the valley Their festal pomp is e'en ...
— Song-waves • Theodore H. Rand
... Ha! e'en now o'er paths of roses, Glorious shape of light, she sweeps, Tow'rd the shadow-peopled valley Where the sacred Lethe sleeps; Thither drawn by magic suasion, As by gentle spirits led, Fain she sees the silver billows, And ...
— The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, January 1844 - Volume 23, Number 1 • Various
... thou to accomplish? What is thine errand, that thou wanderest here alone among these rough men-at-arms? Poor child, thy mother's heart aches for thee e'en now, ...
— Five Children and It • E. Nesbit
... with pity: me on whom E'en on the threshold of mine age, hath Jove A bitter burthen cast, condemned to see My sons struck down, my daughters dragged away In servile bonds: our chamber's sanctity Invaded; and our babes by hostile hands ...
— Essays and Miscellanies - The Complete Works Volume 3 • Plutarch
... fix this heart to stray no more I e'en would quit the clay; Would hasten on to Jordan's shore, And plough the ...
— The Power of Faith - Exemplified In The Life And Writings Of The Late Mrs. Isabella Graham. • Isabella Graham
... "E'en as you will," remarked Mr. Yorke. "I reckon you're thinking of Eastern customs, Mr. Helstone, and you'll not eat nor drink under my roof, feared we suld be forced to be friends; but I am not so particular or superstitious. You ...
— Shirley • Charlotte Bronte
... a fresh childhood, heavenly truth to meet With love and wonder and submissive thought. Oh! for the holy quiet of thy breast, Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying, Thou whose calm soul was like a well-spring, lying So deep and still in its transparent rest, That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills, Some one bright solemn star ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... fanning zephyr lent its cooling breath, But all was silent as the sleep of death; Their very footsteps fell all noiseless there As stifled by the moveless, burning air; And hope expired in many a fainting breast, And many a tongue e'en Egypt's bondage blest. Hark! through the silent waste, what murmur breaks? What scene of beauty 'mid the desert wakes? Oh! 'tis a fountain! shading trees are there. And their cool freshness steals out on the air! With eager haste the fainting pilgrims rush, Where Elim's cool ...
— Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons • Arabella W. Stuart
... seas I as Persian once did worship, till in the sacramental act so burned by thee, that to this hour I bear the scar; I now know thee, thou clear spirit, and I now know that thy right worship is defiance. To neither love nor reverence wilt thou be kind; and e'en for hate thou canst but kill; and all are killed. No fearless fool now fronts thee. I own thy speechless, placeless power; but to the last gasp of my earthquake life will dispute its unconditional, unintegral ...
— Moby-Dick • Melville
... e'en my heart on fire With all the seraphim's desire, Till love a conflagration proved, Not yet ...
— The St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book • Various
... upsweltering, of haughty waves the greatest, Over them spread; all the host sank deep. And thus were drowned the doughtiest of Egypt, Pharaoh with his folk. That foe to God, Full soon he saw, yea, e'en as he sank, That mightier than he was the Master of the waters, With His death-grip, determined to end the ...
— Our Catholic Heritage in English Literature of Pre-Conquest Days • Emily Hickey
... not when I was a child. In my day children were children. You get a valentine! I'm e'en a'most struck dumb with astonishment to hear you think of such things. Go, get your doll-baby, or your sampler, and look on that. Saints of Mercy! It seems only yesterday you were a baby in long clothes," answered Miss Henrietta Mayfield, a spinster of uncertain age; but the ...
— The Rector of St. Mark's • Mary J. Holmes
... of cold water That e'en to the vilest we give! Mangled and crushed and insulted! God! can I ...
— Continental Monthly, Volume 5, Issue 4 • Various
... pen of Cotswolds, pass your hand along the back, Fleeces fit for stuffing the Lord Chancellor's woolsack! For premiums e'en 'Inquisitor' would own these wethers are fit, If you want to purchase good uns you ...
— Grain and Chaff from an English Manor • Arthur H. Savory
... pair o' parallel lines in a' the compairison," returned Malcolm. "Mistress Kelpie here 's e'en ower ready to confess her fauts, an' that by giein' a taste o' them; she winna bide to be speired; but for haudin' aff o' them efter the bargain's made—ye ken she's no even responsible for the bargain. An' gien ye expec' ...
— The Marquis of Lossie • George MacDonald
... park is a beautiful place," said Hermione. "I have it all filled with flowers in summer, and the gardener's boy once saw a ghost there on All Hallow E'en." ...
— Paul Patoff • F. Marion Crawford
... LOVE; thy yearning heart Was always tender, e'en to tears, With sympathies, whose sacred art Made holy all thy cherished years; But love, whose speechless ecstasy Had overborne the finite, now Throbs through thy being, pure and free, And burns upon thy radiant brow. For thou those hands' dear clasp ...
— Catharine • Nehemiah Adams
... is the time When in Thy love I rest: When from my weariness I climb E'en to Thy tender breast. The night of sorrow endeth there, Thy rays outshine the sun; And in Thy pardon and Thy care The heaven of heavens ...
— Daily Strength for Daily Needs • Mary W. Tileston
... bury his poor mangled trunk; but as sure as there's a sun in heaven, I'll have his head!—before another sun has risen, too. If wise men won't speed me, I'll e'en content me ...
— The World's Greatest Books, Vol VI. • Various
... "E'en round the pole the flames of love aspire, And icy bosoms feel the sacred fire, Cradled in snow, and fanned by arctic air, Shines, gentle Barometz, the golden hair; Rested in earth, each cloven hoof descends, ...
— The Folk-lore of Plants • T. F. Thiselton-Dyer
... Thy distant landscape, touch'd with yellow hue While falls the lengthen'd gleam; thy winding floods, Now veil'd in shade, save where the skiff's white sails Swell to the breeze, and catch thy streaming ray. But now, e'en now!—the partial vision fails, And the wave smiles, as sweeps the cloud away! Emblem of life!—Thus checquer'd is its plan, Thus joy succeeds to ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... held his drooping head, Till given to breathe the freer air, Returning life repaid their care; He gazed on them with heavy sigh— I could have wished e'en thus to ...
— Frank Fairlegh - Scenes From The Life Of A Private Pupil • Frank E. Smedley
... e'en the brain, "Thy gallant brow bespeaks the front of Jove; "While smiles enchant me, tears in torrents rain, "And each seductive charm ...
— Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heart • James Fenimore Cooper
... manifest. By night the world knew that McKinley was a dying man. In the evening he regained consciousness and bade farewell to those about him. "Good-by, good-by, all; it is God's way; His will be done." The murmured words came from his lips, "Nearer, my God, to Thee; e'en tho' it be ...
— History of the United States, Volume 5 • E. Benjamin Andrews
... Fleming, "this is even what I feared! We must e'en render up the castle, or restore to the Welshman, Jorworth, the cattle, by means of which I had schemed to victual and ...
— The Betrothed • Sir Walter Scott
... Subtle One trust worldly things * Rest thee from all whereto the worldling clings: Learn wisely well naught cometh by thy will * But e'en as ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 1 • Richard F. Burton
... demurely. Colonel Nicholls pursed his lips and seemed to frown severely on her. "To sit? Why, in your room, mistress. Tut, tut, you are too bold. If I did not know your father was coming soon to bear you off, new orders should be issued. Yes, yes, e'en as I say," he added, as he saw the laughter in ...
— The Judgment House • Gilbert Parker
... noddle shook his powder puff? Was the task hard to hear the sage's noise? Perhaps the awful sound had frightened boys; But we, the sons of wisdom, fond to hear, With joy had held the breath and oped the ear. Did we e'en doubt that Solomon had spoke? If so, has ...
— Noah Webster - American Men of Letters • Horace E. Scudder
... TOM HOOD could sing that Song[1] which moved a world to tears, London Laundrydom on Strike now in Hyde park appears. Ah! since Eighteen Forty-One much has been tried—and done, But Punch finds no lack of labour e'en ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101, July 18, 1891 • Various
... up her nose at me and my five thousand pounds into the bargain, though her lassie should hae starved. But Jeannie was a perfect angel. She was about two or three and thirty, wi' light brown hair, hazel e'en, and a waist as jimp and sma' as ye ever saw upon a human creature. She dressed maist as plain as a Quakeress, but was a pattern o' neatness. Indeed, a blind man might seen she was a leddy born and bred; and then for sense, haud at ye there, I wad matched ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, XXII • various
... (it was time long ago) I should sever This chain—why I wear it I know not—forever! Yet I cling to the bond, e'en while sick of the mask I must wear, as of one whom his commonplace task And proof-armor of dullness have steeled to her charms! Ah! how lovely she looked as she flung from her arms, In heaps to this table (now ...
— Poems of Henry Timrod • Henry Timrod
... a fair maid, Should 'prentice himself to the trade; And study all day, In methodical way, How to flatter, cajole, and persuade. He should 'prentice himself at fourteen And practise from morning to e'en; And when he's of age, If he will, I'll engage, He may capture the heart of a queen! It is purely a matter of skill, Which all may attain if they will: But every Jack He must study the knack If he wants to make sure of ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... man of noble mien and noble heart stood at the maiden's bedside, bathing her swollen face, pushing back her silken curls, counting her rapid pulses, and once, when she slept, kissing her parched lips, e'en though he knew that with that kiss he inhaled, perhaps, his death! James De Vere had never for a day lost sight of Maude. Immediately after her return he had written to the physician requesting a daily report, and when, at last ...
— Cousin Maude • Mary J. Holmes
... up his shoulders in displeasure. "I thought to have lodged him in the solere chamber," said he; "but since he is so unsocial to Christians, e'en let him take the next stall to Isaac the Jew's.—Anwold," said he to the torchbearer, "carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell.—I give you good-night," he added, "Sir Palmer, with small thanks for ...
— Ivanhoe - A Romance • Walter Scott
... ye eyes that, e'en in sleep, Can thus my senses chain'd in wonder keep, Say, if when closed, your beauties thus I feel, Oh, what when open, would ye ...
— A Love Story • A Bushman
... when he married her, for her mother had been a famous huckster—and never missed her post in the Philadelphia market for thirty years, and this was her child's inheritance, and with this money he had fixed up his old hut, till it looked 'e'en a'most ...
— Miriam Monfort - A Novel • Catherine A. Warfield
... heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal ...
— The Golden Treasury - Of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language • Various
... At last, after much digging, he came to the broad flat stone, but then so large, that it was beyond one man's strength to remove it. "Here," cried he, in raptures, to himself, "here it is! under this stone there is room for a very large pan of diamonds indeed! I must e'en go home to my wife, and tell her the whole affair, and get her to assist me in turning it up." Away, therefore, he goes, and acquaints his wife with every circumstance of their good fortune. Her raptures on this occasion may easily be imagined; ...
— MacMillan's Reading Books - Book V • Anonymous
... wiles! Go then thyself! thy godship abdicate! Renounce Olympus! lavish here on him Thy pity and thy care! he may perchance Make thee his wife—at least his paramour! But thither go not I! foul shame it were Again to share his bed; the dames of Troy Will for a byword hold me; and e'en now My soul with endless ...
— The Iliad • Homer
... went to kill a snail; The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow. Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now. ...
— The National Nursery Book - With 120 illustrations • Unknown
... verse?) Mark the native spice and untranslatable twang in the very names of his songs-"O for ane and twenty, Tam," "John Barleycorn," "Last May a braw Wooer," "Rattlin roarin Willie," "O wert thou in the cauld, cauld blast," "Gude e'en to you, Kimmer," "Merry hae I been teething a Heckle," "O lay thy loof in mine, ...
— Complete Prose Works - Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy • Walt Whitman
... E'en there my soul has longed to dwell in peace With towering visions of the land of Pyrrhus; There dream-born beauties pour their flood, Dawn's mother Lighting ...
— Life Immovable - First Part • Kostes Palamas
... "Good e'en t'ye, dame," said the stout hunter, doffing his cap, and resting his rifle in a corner, while Dick rose and placed a chair ...
— The Dog Crusoe and His Master - A Story of Adventure in the Western Prairies • Robert Michael Ballantyne
... the old man, "I suppose I am not going to hurt ye, for the master won't have anything hurt; so come along, Boxer; and dinna ye be fetchin' a chiel oot o' bed at sic a time o' nicht again, or ye may e'en stop i' the water." And then the old gardener went off to his cottage; and Boxer, after a run back and a scamper round the rescued hedgehog, went to ...
— Featherland - How the Birds lived at Greenlawn • George Manville Fenn
... high and low, my friend, broad and wide, far and near. But here is to thee in a cup of thy sack; fill thyself another to pledge me, and, if it is less than superlative, e'en ...
— Kenilworth • Sir Walter Scott
... held the Heirs of Carrion twain. "The fame of the Cid Campeador grows great on every side, An we might wed his daughters, would our needs be satisfied. Scarce we dare frame this project e'en to ourselves alone; The Cid is of Bivar, and ...
— The Lay of the Cid • R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon
... be with those you meet E'en though they may offend, And wish them well as on they go Till all the journey end. Sometimes we think our honor's hurt When some one speaks a little pert; But never mind, just hear the good, And ever stand where ...
— Stories Worth Rereading • Various
... the fight sustains, While her best blood gushed from a thousand veins. Then thine, O Brown, that purpled wide the ground, Pursued the knife through many a ghastly wound. Ah! hapless friend, permit the tender tear To flow e'en now, for none flowed on thy bier, Where cold and mangled, under northern skies, To famished wolves a prey, thy body lies, Which erst so fair and tall in youthful grace, Strength in thy nerves and beauty in thy face, Stood like a tower till, ...
— Colonel John Brown, of Pittsfield, Massachusetts, the Brave Accuser of Benedict Arnold • Archibald Murray Howe
... oh Father-heart, In whom my trust is founded, I know full well how good Thou art— E'en when by grief ...
— Toni, the Little Woodcarver • Johanna Spyri
... an auld acquaintance, but nane o' mine ain kin. I never felt sare sad in a' my life, as I ha' dune this day. I ha' seen the clods piled on mony a heid, and never felt the saut tear in my e'en. But, puir Jeanie! puir lass. It was a sair sight to see them ...
— Roughing it in the Bush • Susanna Moodie
... at the sight of this money: "O drug!" said I, aloud, "what art thou good for? Thou art not worth to me - no, not the taking off the ground; one of those knives is worth all this heap; I have no manner of use for thee - e'en remain where thou art, and go to the bottom as a creature whose life is not worth saying." However, upon second thoughts I took it away; and wrapping all this in a piece of canvas, I began to think of making another raft; but while I was preparing this, I found the sky overcast, ...
— Robinson Crusoe • Daniel Defoe
... bugle sound, my boys And forward to the strife; We'll thrash our rebel brothers well, E'en though it cost our life. And when we've whipped them into grace And made each dim star shine, We'll open wide our Father's ...
— Incidents of the War: Humorous, Pathetic, and Descriptive • Alf Burnett
... pause, "that counselled me to wear my warst claithing in the streets of London; and, if I could have got ony things warse than these mean garments,"—("which would have been very difficult," said Jin Vin, in a whisper to his companion,)—"they would have been e'en ower gude for the grips o' men sae little acquented with ...
— The Fortunes of Nigel • Sir Walter Scott
... rightly, say His coming will devour the way, Though that fair girl should bid him stay, And round his neck her arms should throw, And cry, Oh, do not, do not go!— That girl, who, if the truth be told, E'en in her heart of hearts doth hold And cherish such sweet love—since he First read to her of Cybele, "Great Queen of Dindymus" the tale Begun. Oh, then she did inhale The living breath of love, whose heat ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 61, No. 380, June, 1847 • Various
... King, Fast and hard thy strokes are plied E'en to his good saddle bow Vidrik stoops ...
— Ulf Van Yern - and Other Ballads • Thomas J. Wise
... have recourse to some one to intercede for me, who will plead for me in these terms: "Pray, do forgive him this time; but if after this {he does} any thing, I make no entreaty:" if only he doesn't add, "When I've gone, e'en kill him ...
— The Comedies of Terence - Literally Translated into English Prose, with Notes • Publius Terentius Afer, (AKA) Terence
... parent cloud alike distils, On the fond bridegroom's joy—the mourner's woe! And for the viewless wind, that gently blows Where'er it listeth, over field and flood, Whence coming, whither going, no man knows, Yet moved in secret at Thy will, Oh, God! E'en now it lifts a ring of shining hair From off the brow close to my bosom pressed— The loving angels scarce have brows more fair Than this, that looks so peaceful in its rest:— We bless Thee, Father, for our ...
— Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing • T. S. Arthur
... human race so high, E'en to the starry seats above, That, for our mortal progeny, A man ...
— Yule-Tide in Many Lands • Mary P. Pringle and Clara A. Urann
... worked, and I still work. With God's good pleasure I may e'en partake of the fruit of this tree I plant. I am in ...
— Hebraic Literature; Translations from the Talmud, Midrashim and - Kabbala • Various
... Claverhouse's party when I was seeking for some o' our ain folk to help ye out o' the hands o' the whigs; sae, being atween the deil and the deep sea, I e'en thought it best to bring him on wi' me, for he'll be wearied wi' felling folk the night, and the morn's a ...
— The Proverbs of Scotland • Alexander Hislop
... undo my Portmantle, and equip me, that I may look like some body before I see the Ladies—Curry, thou shalt e'en remove now, Curry, from Groom to Footman; for I'll ne'er keep Horse more, no, nor Mare neither, since my ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn - Volume IV. • Aphra Behn
... glory bright To fade so soon, to sink in night, And tottering to the grave: And when around he casts an eye On the cold earth, where he must die, The fate of e'en the brave.— ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... out of earshot of the room. "What's going on here? I'm your doctor, as we both know; but I'm your friend, too. And we both know that I'm a gentleman, and you ought to be. That's a lady there. She's in trouble—she's scared e'en a'most to death. Why? Now listen. I don't help in that sort of work, my boy. What's up here? I've helped you before, and I've held your secrets; but I don't go into the business of making any more secrets, ...
— The Purchase Price • Emerson Hough
... joking by. The man that with his plough subdues the land, The soldier stout, the vintner sly and bland, The venturous sons of ocean, all declare That with one view the toils of life they bear, When age has come, and labour has amassed Enough to live on, to retire at last: E'en so the ant (for no bad pattern she), That tiny type of giant industry, Drags grain by grain, and adds it to the sum Of her full heap, foreseeing cold to come: Yet she, when winter turns the year to chill, Stirs not an inch beyond ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... you speak for yourself, John?" Up leaped the Captain of Plymouth, and stamped on the floor, till his armor Clanged on the wall, where it hung, with a sound of sinister omen. All his pent-up wrath burst forth in a sudden explosion, E'en as a hand grenade, that scatters destruction around it. Wildly he shouted and loud: "John Alden! you have betrayed me! Me, Miles Standish, your friend! have supplanted, defrauded, betrayed me! You, who ...
— The Literary World Seventh Reader • Various
... lords of human kind pass by, Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagined right, above controul; While e'en the peasant learns these rights to scan, And learns ...
— Lives of the English Poets - From Johnson to Kirke White, Designed as a Continuation of - Johnson's Lives • Henry Francis Cary
... I be auld, abune four score and aucht, Though my pow it be bauld and my craig be na straucht, Yet frae mornin' till e'en—aye as steady 's a rock— I gang joggin' about wi' my muckle ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various
... meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew; The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it: The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell: The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well: The old oaken bucket, the ironbound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung ...
— McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... countrymen, O never do the like again, To thirst for vengeance, never ben' Your gun nor pa', But with the English e'en borrow and ...
— Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete • Sir Walter Scott
... prize which all were seeking, And won you with the ardor of my quest, The bitter truth I know without your speaking— You only let me love you at the best. E'en while I lean and count my riches over, And view with gloating eyes your priceless charms, I know somewhere there dwells the unnamed lover Who yet shall clasp you, ...
— Custer, and Other Poems. • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... night to the gallows, whereon the three malefactors were hanging. One arm of the crossbeams was still untenanted. 'By my soul, mon,' cried Gilderoy to the Lord of Session, 'as this gibbet is built to break people's craigs, and is not uniform without another, I must e'en hang you upon the vacant beam.' And straightway the Lord of Session swung in the moonlight, and Gilderoy had cracked his black and ...
— A Book of Scoundrels • Charles Whibley
... fresh youths, with round unblushing cheeks, Some moral tag this closing verse applies; E'en from the old the voice of Wisdom speaks— Even the youngest ...
— Rhymes of the East and Re-collected Verses • John Kendall (AKA Dum-Dum)
... so," he answered. "It seems only yesterday that we met up there in your grove on Hallow-e'en to light our jack-lanterns, and crept down the road in the cold white moonlight to poke them up at Betsy's window. Remember when she caught us with ...
— Penguin Persons & Peppermints • Walter Prichard Eaton
... in Farce or Low Comedy; but as he has modell'd 'em, 'tis true they are very frightful—And if I had nothing to sing or say to divert Ladies better than this, I should think my self so despicable, that I would e'en get into the next Plot, amongst his Brother Grumblers—then despairing, do some doughty thing to deserve hanging, and depend upon no ...
— Essays on the Stage • Thomas D'Urfey and Bossuet
... by ancients told, The Ash tree hath this gift of old, That snake may never 'neath it stay, The shadow drives it, e'en, away. Sooner a snake in fire would dash, Than through ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol 2, No 6, December 1862 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... torment, by hiding from my view Those lovely lights beneath the beauteous lids. Therefore the troubled sky's no more serene, Nor hostile baleful shadows fall away. By thine own beauty, by this love of mine (So great that e'en with this it may compare), Render thyself, oh Goddess, unto pity! Prolong no more this all-unmeasured woe, Ill-timed reward for such a love as this. Let not such rigour with such splendour mate If it import thee that I live! Open, oh lady, the portals of thine eyes, ...
— The Heroic Enthusiast, Part II (Gli Eroici Furori) - An Ethical Poem • Giordano Bruno
... was taken ill soon after that, and died. Since then Gudrid has dwelt with my household, and glad we are to have her. This is the whole story of Vinland; so if you want to know more about it you must e'en go on a voyage of discovery ...
— The Norsemen in the West • R.M. Ballantyne
... that skimmeth Of the man who speaks in song Never will I catch, though surely Wealthy warrior it hath sent; Tender of the sea-horse snorting, E'en though ill deeds are on foot, Still to risk mine eyes are open; Harmful ...
— The story of Burnt Njal - From the Icelandic of the Njals Saga • Anonymous
... the flowers. And if, my friends, in after years With sadness my remembrance moves ye, O, grant my dying prayer!—the prayer of one who loves ye: Weep, loved ones, weep my lot, with still and silent tears; Beware, or by those drops suspicion ye may waken; In this bad age, ye know, e'en tears for crimes are taken: Brother for brother now, alas! must weep ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, Number 358, August 1845 • Various
... the evenings which the poet passed in a goodly company of choice spirits during the early seventies. E'en as I write, Memory, with tender hand, pushes back the sombre curtain, and I see them now—that charmed circle; the poet with the brow of Jove and Minerva's lips; the rugged warrior at his side, with the dignity of Mars ...
— A Certain Rich Man • William Allen White
... E'en when we look within the child And laud his graces sweet, We find his mind so soon defiled For thee ...
— The value of a praying mother • Isabel C. Byrum
... life" for me. I held my tongue, but drew my fee and eke my A.-G. salary. Not e'en the great calamity that overtook A.'s Ministry and raised the wizard, D.L.G., to offices of high degree disturbed my sweet serenity. Nor did I jib when Sir R.B. FINLAY took on unblushingly the job that seemed cut out for me. Unwilling he his ...
— Punch, Volume 156, January 22, 1919. • Various
... task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God ...
— When the Holy Ghost is Come • Col. S. L. Brengle
... many a sturdy swain His precious baggage bore; Old misers e'en forgot their gain, And bed-rid cripples, free from pain, Now took ...
— The Complete Book of Cheese • Robert Carlton Brown
... means enow to waste That which your friends have left you, but you must Go cast away your money on a buzzard, And know not how to keep it, when you have done? O, it is comely! this will make you a gentleman! Well, cousin, well, I see you are e'en past hope Of all reclaim:—-ay, so; now you are told ...
— Every Man In His Humor - (The Anglicized Edition) • Ben Jonson |
