Wit and Humor, Selected from the English Poets with an Illustrative Essay, and Critical Comments

Wit and Humor, Selected from the English Poets with an Illustrative Essay, and Critical Comments

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ...eyes are set, His face drawn longer than 't was wont. Corb. How! how 3 Stronger than he was wont? Mos. No, sir: his face Drawn longer than 't was wont. Carb. 0, good! Mos. His mouth ls ever gaping, and his eyelids hang. Curb. Good. Mos. A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints, And makes the colour of his flesh like lead. Corb. 'Tis good. Mos. His pulse beats slow, and dull. ' Corb. Goad still. Mos. And from his brain Curb. I do conceive you; good. Mos. Flows a cold sweat, with a continual rheum, Forth the resolved corners of his eyes. Carb. Is't possible? Yet I am better, ha! How does he, with the swimming of his head? Mos. O, sir, 't is past the scotomy; he now Hath lost his feeling, and hath left to snort: You hardly can perceive him, that he breathes. Corb. Excellent, excellent! sure I shall outlast him: This makes me young again, a score of years. Mos. I was a-coming for you, sir. Garb. Has he made his will? What has he given me? Mos. No, sir. Uorb. Nothing! ha?. Mos. He has not made his will, sir. Corb. Oh, oh, oh! What then did Voltore, the lawyer, here? Mos. He smelt a carcase, sir, when be but heard My master was about his testament; As I did urge him to it for your good----Corb. He came unto him, did he? I thought so. Mos. Yes, and presented him this piece of plate. Corb. To be his heir? Mos. I do not know, sir. Corb. True: I know it too. Mos. (aside) By your own scale, sir. Corb. Well, I shall prevent him, yet. See, Mosca, look, Here, I have brought a bag of bright chequines, Will quite weigh down his plate. Mos. (taking the bg.. Yea, marry, sir. This is true physic, this your sacred medicine; No talk of opiates, to this great elixir! Corb. 'Tis aurum palpabile, if not potabile....
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  • Paperback | 98 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 191g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236799682
  • 9781236799685