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Page 54 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Page 129 - ... this, as the people in the house reported, for his diningroom, by which name it then went. This room in length, for I lived long enough in it to have time to measure it, was threescore feet ; and had breadth proportionable to it. In it, on the front side, were very large bay windows, in which stood a large table. It had other very large tables in it, with benches round; and at that time the floor was covered with rushes against some solemn festival, which I heard it was bespoken for.
Page 125 - He put out his tongue very willingly, but shrinked a little when the iron came upon his forehead. He was pale when he came out of the pillory, but high-coloured after tongue-boring. He was bound with a cord by both arms to the pillory. Rich, the mad merchant, sat bare at Nayler's feet all the time. Sometimes he sang and cried, and stroked his hair and face, and kissed his hand, and sucked the fire out of his forehead.* Nayler embraced his executioner, and behaved himself very handsomely and patiently.
Page 130 - I thought I lay as well as ever I had done in my life. Amongst those that remained there were several young men who cast themselves into a club, and laying down every one an equal proportion of money, put it into the hand of .our friend Anne Travers, desiring her to lay it out for them in provisions, and send them in every day a mess of hot meat ; and they kindly invited me to come into their club with them.
Page 130 - I thought somewhat like a bedstead. Wherefore, willing to make sure of that, I gathered up a good armful of the rushes wherewith the floor was covered, and spreading them under that table, crept in upon them in my clothes, and keeping on my hat, laid my head upon one end of the table's frame instead of a bolster. My example was followed by the rest, who gathering up rushes as I had done, made themselves beds in other parts of the room; and so to rest we went. I having a quiet easy mind was soon asleep,...
Page 125 - God shall bear his sin, and he, that blasphemeth the name of the Lord, shall surely be put to death, and all the congregation shall certainly stone him.
Page 125 - Nayler's tongue bored through, and him marked in the forehead. He put out his tongue very willingly, but shrinked a little when the iron came upon his forehead.
Page 131 - I got work from an hosier in Cheapside, which was to make night-waistcoats, of red and yellow flannel, for women and children : and with this I entered myself among the -tailors, sitting cross-legged as they did, and so spent those leisure hours with innocency and pleasure, which want of business would have made tedious.
Page 207 - Brasbridge, the silversmith, who wrote an autobiography, says he went up to the top of St. Bride's steeple to see the awful spectacle of the conflagration of the Fleet Prison, but the flakes of fire, even at that great height, fell so thickly as to render the situation untenable.
Page 47 - Nor is it seen That the whip draws blood here, to cool the spleen Of any rugged bencher ; nor does offence Feel smart on spiteful, or rash evidence : But pregnant testimony forth must stand, Ere justice leave them in the beadle's hand, As iron, on the anvil are they laid, Not to take blows alone, but to be made And fashioned to some charitable use.