...his ringer's end, I knew there was but one way; * for his nofe was as fharp as a pen, and a' babied of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I •,...or four times. Now I, to. comfort him, bid him, a' mould not think of God ; this blunder Mr. Tbeol'aU would not acquiefce in. He thought a lalle of Greenfield'/...

...his finger's end, I knew there was but one way i 9 for his ncfe was as fharp as a pen, and a* babied of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I ; what,...or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him, a' mould not think of God ; 7 Finer tnJ, forfnal. this blunder Mr. Theobald would 8 Turning a' th' Tide."]...

...been any christom child ; 7 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide:8 for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play...bid him, 'a should not think of God ; I hoped, there wasnoneed to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet...

...printed instead of babbled. This reading is, however, preferable to any that has been yet proposed. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good...I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God;6f I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay...

...How now, Sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer : so a' cried out, God, God, God, thres or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should...with any such thoughts yet: so a' bade me lay more cloaths on his feet. — I put my hand into the bed, and felt them; and they were as cold as any stone...

...one, e en at turning o'the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flgwers, uble you. Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of...a chain. Master, be wise; and if you give.it her. nny such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and...

...•with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I k»ew there was bnt swelling porX troublchimself with any such thoughts yet. So, 'abademe lay more clothes on his feet: Iputmyhandintothebed,...

..., __ ood cheer. So *a cried out — God, God, God ! r four times : now I, to comfort him, bid S.. _ t amiss when it is truly done ; And being not done,...doing it: The better act of purposes mistook Is, to m band into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then 1 felt to his knees, and...

...but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green field;. How now, sir John 7 quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried...such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on bis feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt...

...the wretchedness and folly of a sensual life, than Shakspeare's account of this libertine's career. "So 'a cried out — God! God! God! three or four...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts, yet." " Miserable comfort !" " wretched man !" are the natural and heartfelt exclamations of every reader....