The Wit and Humor of Colonial Days (1607-1800)

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J. B. Lippincott Company, 1912 - American literature - 315 pages

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Page 144 - An hundred men with each a pen, Or more, upon my word, sir, It is most true, would be too few, Their valor to record, sir. Such feats did they perform that day, Against those wicked kegs, sir, That years to come, if they get home, They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
Page 280 - Since our arrival at this happy spot, we have had a ham, sometimes a shoulder of bacon, to grace the head of the table; a piece of roast beef adorns the foot ; and a dish of beans or greens, almost imperceptible, decorates the center.
Page 7 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it...
Page 251 - Come, dear bowl, Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul. The milk beside thee, smoking from the kine, Its substance mingled, married in with thine, Shall cool and temper thy superior heat, And save the pains of blowing while I eat.
Page 19 - The world is full of care, much like unto a bubble, Women and care, and care and women, and women and care and trouble.
Page 228 - I have, on every occasion, acted up to that declaration, according to its obvious import, and to the understanding of every candid mind. In the transaction of your foreign affairs, we have endeavored to cultivate the friendship of all nations, and especially of those with which we have the most important relations.
Page 53 - A fig for your learning : I tell you the Town, To make the church larger, must pull the school down Unluckily spoken, replied Master Birch — Then learning, I fear, stops the growth of the Church.
Page 111 - And call'd the folks together. And there was Captain Washington, And gentlefolks about him, They say he's grown so tarnal proud, He will not ride without "em. He got him on his meeting clothes, Upon a slapping stallion, He set the world along in rows, In hundreds and in millions.
Page 252 - Paris, that corrupted town, How long in vain I wandered up and down, Where shameless Bacchus, with his drenching hoard Cold from his cave, usurps the morning board. London is lost in smoke and steeped in tea; No Yankee there can lisp the name of thee; The uncouth word, a libel on the town, Would call a proclamation from the crown.
Page 69 - In order to secure my credit and character as a tradesman, I took care not only to be in reality industrious and frugal, but to avoid the appearances to the contrary.

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