The Progresses, Processions, and Magnificent Festivities, of King James the First, His Royal Consort, Family, and Court Volume 2

The Progresses, Processions, and Magnificent Festivities, of King James the First, His Royal Consort, Family, and Court Volume 2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 edition. Excerpt: ...solenne Baccho in pompa tenerorum more puerorum gestari a Sileno et Satyris, Bacchi prtecedentibus, quarum una semper erat tympanistra, altera tibicina," &c. Vide Athene. The Latin phrase is, "In utramvis aurein dormire;" and means to sleep soundly, without any thoughts of care. Whalley. They had it from the Greek; it is rightly rendered by Whalley. Et' aju$ortp-i n jf' n VixXw& uara Men. Frag. 0. 3 Satyr. Holla, Sylvans!--sure they 're caves Of sleep these, or else they 're graves. 4 Satyr. Hear you, friends--who keeps the keepers? 1 Satyr. They are the eighth and ninth sleepers! 2 Satyr. Shall we cramp them? Silenus. Satyrs, no. 3 Satyr. Would we had Boreas here, to blow Off their heavy coats, and strip them. 4 Satyr. Ay, ay, ay; that we might whip them. 3 Satyr. Or that we had a wasp or two For their nostrils. 1 Satyr. Hairs will do Even as well; take my tail. 2 Satyr. What do you say to a good nail Through their temples? 2 Satyr. Or an eel In their guts, to make them feel? 4 Satyr. Shall we steal away their beards? 3 Satyr. For Pan's goat, that leads the herds i 2 Satyr. Or try, whether is more dead His club, or the other's head? Silenus. Wags, no more; you grow too bold. 1 Satyr. I would fain now see them roll'd Down a hill, or from a bridge Headlong cast, to break their ridge-Bones; or to some river take them, Plump; and see if that would wake'em. 2 Satyr. There no motion yet appears. Silenus. Strike a charm into their ears. At which the Satyrs Jell suddenly into this catch: Buz, quoth the blue file, Hum, quoth the bee; Buz and hum they cry, And so do we. In hit ear, in his nose, Thus, do you see? They ticklt them. He eat the dormouse; Else it was he. The two Sylvans starting up amazed, and betaking themselves to...show more

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  • Paperback | 358 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 19mm | 640g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236538870
  • 9781236538871