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# The Works of Ben Jonson/Volume 6/A Tale of a Tub/Act I/Scene I

A TALE OF A TUB.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Totten Court.
Before lady Tub's House.
Enter canon Hugh.
* ↑ If they be sped of loves:] i. e. already furnished with makes or mates; for then they need not rise early to find a Valentine. The good "old bishop" is somewhat oddly selected for the patron of this amatory device, as all that seems known of him is that he suffered martyrdom in the third century. Lady Tub, however, in the concluding scene of this act, gives a full, and, indeed, an elegant description of his virtues, as they are found perhaps in the Legend. It is probable that his name occupied, in the Calendar, the place of some heathen divinity, whose rites were thus celebrated; for the origin of the practice is lost in remote antiquity. This pretty superstition exists in almost every part of the continent, as well as in England; and long may it continue to do so! The affectation of superior wisdom has shamed the people out of too many of those innocent follies, and left their places to be supplied by grossness and vice.
* ↑ The thirdborough;] I know not how this officer was distinguished from the constable, unless by name. In the old divisions of municipal power, he was the third in rank in the decennary or tithing. In the Dramatis Personæ, Jonson enumerates every civil officer from the justice to the high constable's man. The thirdborough is mentioned by the hostess in Taming the Shrew, to intimidate the refractory Sly: "I know my remedy: I must go fetch the thirdborough."
* ↑ Though he talk bilk] I have mislaid my examples of the use of this word, as explained by squire Tub. It seems to have become a cant term about this time, for the use of it is ridiculed by others as well as Jonson. It is thus explained in Coles' English Dict. "Bilk, nothing; also, to deceive." In "Davenant Vindicated," a burlesque poem, the meaning is thus expressed:"Some say by Avenant no place is meant, And that our Lombard is without descent, And as, by bilk, men mean there's nothing there, So come from Avenant, means from no-where."
* ↑ If justice Bramble do come off.] i e. pay well. See Massinger, vol. i. p. 210.
# The Works of Ben Jonson/Volume 6/A Tale of a Tub/Act I/Scene III

SCENE III.
Maribone.
A Room in justice Preamble's House.
* ↑ ———Metaphor, you have seen A king ride forth in state.] Our old chronicles and historians are very large in their descriptions of such pageants: Holinshed and Stow give us many instances of the sovereign's riding in great state through the city, attended by his guards and nobles. Whal.
* ↑ ——— a dragon and a grey-hound, &c] "Henry VII, a prince of the house of Tudor, in memory of their descent from Cadwallader, gave from his first accession, the red or rouge dragon, (when he also constituted Rouge Dragon pursuivant,) for the dexter supporter of his arms, with the grey-hound of the house of York on the left."
* ↑ ——— Not a drop of salt, Or petre in her!] The quibble, such as it is, may possibly escape the reader; the poet means she had nothing of her husband's temper, who was sir Peter Tub. Whal.
# The Works of Ben Jonson/Volume 6/A Tale of a Tub/Act I/Scene VI

This text follows the original spelling of the 1640 folio. Roll-over notes have been added to translate some obscure spellings.
Lady Tub, Pol-Martin.
Lady. Is the Nag ready Martin? call the Squire.  This frosty morning we will take the Air, About the Fields: for I do mean to be Some-bodies Valentine, i' my Velvet Gown, This morning, though it be but a Beggarman. Why stand you still, and do not call my Son?  Pol. Madam, if he had couched with the Lamb, He had no doubt been stirring with the Lark: But he sat up at Play, and watch'd the Cock, Till his first warning chid him off to rest. Late Watchers are no early Wakers, Madam: But if your Ladiship will have him call'd.  Lad. Will have him call'd? Wherefore did I, Sir, bid him Be call'd, you Weazel, Vermine of an Huisher? You will return your Wit to your first stile Of Marten Polcat, by these stinking Tricks, If you do use 'em: I shall no more call you Pol-martin, by the Title of a Gentleman, If you go on thus ��
 Pol. I am gone.  [Pol-martin goes out.  Lad. Be quick then, I' your come off: and make amends you Stote! Was ever such a Full-mart for an Huisher, To a great worshipful Lady, as my self; Who, when I heard his Name first, Martin Polcat, A stinking Name, and not to be pronounc'd  [Without a Reverence. In any Ladies presence: my very heart e'en earn'd, seeing the Fellow Young, pretty and handsome; being then, I say, A Basket-Carrier, and a man condemn'd To the Salt-peter Works; made it my Suit To Mr. Peter Tub, that I might change it; And call him as I do now, by Pol-martin, To have it sound like a Gentleman in an Office, And made him mine own Fore-man, daily Waiter, And he to serve me thus! Ingratitude! Beyond the Courseness yet of any Clownage, Shew'n to a Lady! what now, is he stirring?  [He returns.  Pol. Stirring betimes out of his Bed, and ready.
 Lad. And comes he then?  Pol. No, Madam, he is gone.  Lad. Gone? whither? ask the Porter: Where's he gone?  Pol. I met the Porter, and have ask'd him for him; He says, he let him forth an hour a-go.  Lad. An hour ago! what business could he have So early? Where is his Man, grave Basket Hilts? His Guide and Governour?  Pol. Gone with his Master.  Lad. Is he gone too? O that same surly Knave, Is his right hand; and leads my Son amiss. He has carried him to some drinking Match, or other: Pol-martin, I will call you so again: I' am Friends with you now. Go, get your Horse, and ride To all the Towns about here, where his haunts are; And cross the Fields to meet, and bring me word: He cannot be gone far, being a foot. Be curious to inquire him: and bid Wispe, My Woman, come, and wait on me. The love We Mothers bear our Sons, we ha' bought with pain, Makes us oft view them, with too careful Eyes, And over-look 'em with a jealous fear, Out-fitting Mothers.
# The Works of Ben Jonson/Volume 4

THE
WORKS
OF
BEN JONSON,
IN NINE VOLUMES.
WITH NOTES CRITICAL AND EXPLANATORY, AND A BIOGRAPHICAL MEMOIR,
By W. GIFFORD, Esq.
The Muses' fairest light in no dark time; The wonder of a learned age; the line Which none can pass; the most proportion'd wit, To nature, the best judge of what was fit; The deepest, plainest, highest, clearest pen; The voice most echo'd by consenting men; The soul which answer'd best to all well said By others, and which most requital made.
Cleveland.
LONDON:
By W. Bulmer and Co. Cleveland-row, St. James's.
1816.
# The Struggle for Empire

THE STRUGGLE FOR EMPIRE
THE
STRUGGLE FOR EMPIRE
A Story of the Year 2236
BY ROBERT WILLIAM COLE
LONDON ELLIOT STOCK, 62, PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C. 1900
CONTENTS
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# The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Elixir

Teach me, my God and King,  In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything  To do it as for Thee:
All may of Thee partake:  Nothing can be so mean, Which with his tincture 'for Thy Sake,'  Will not grow bright and clean.
A servant with this clause  Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,  Makes that and th' actions fine.
This is the famous stone  That turneth all too gold; For that which God doth touch and own  Cannot for less be told.
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# The War of the Jews

* Preface
* Book I
* Book II
* Book III
* Book IV
* Book V
* Book VI
* Book VII
# The War with Mexico/Volume 2

THE
WAR WITH MEXICO
BY
JUSTIN H. SMITH
FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF MODERN HISTORY AT DARTMOUTH COLLEGE AUTHOR OF “THE ANNEXATION OF TEXAS," “OUR STRUGGLE FOR THE FOURTEENTH COLONY,” “ARNOLD’S MARCH FROM CAMBRIDGE TO QUEBEC," ETC.
VOLUME II
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1919
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# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The First Men in the Moon

THE FIRST MEN IN THE MOON
—Lucian's "Icaromenippus."
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# The Times/1920/News/Royal Victorian Order - George Herbert Murray

George Herbert Murray (1849-1936) Source: The Times, Thursday, Jan 01, 1920; Issue 42296; pg. 14; col C — Royal Victorian Order
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Royal Victorian Order
The King has been pleased to make the following promotions in and appointments to the Royal Victorian Order :—
G.C.V.O.
The Rt. Hon SIR GEORGE HERBERT MURRAY, G.C.B., I.S.O.
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# The Times/1920/Obituary/David FitzGerald

Source: The Times, Saturday, Mar 13, 1920; pg. 5; Issue 42358
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Death of Judge Fitzgerald
The death has taken place at his residence in Dublin of the Hon. David FitzGerald, K.C., formerly County Court Judge for Waterford, Kilkenny, and Queen's County. Mr. Fitzgerald, who was in his 73rd year, was the son of the late Lord FitzGerald, a Lord of Appeal and was educated at Downing College, Cambridge. He was a member of the Bars of both England and Ireland, and had been a County Court Judge for many years. He retired some months ago. He married in 1894 Isabella, daughter of the late Luke McDonnell, of Dublin.
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# The Times/1919/Public notice/William Samuel Lilly

Source: Deaths The Times, Monday, Sep 01, 1919; Issue 42193; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2LILLY.—On the 29th Aug., at his residence, 36, Fitzgeorge-avenue, West Kensington, W. S. Lilly. R.I.P.
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# The Times/1920/Obituary/Joseph Sylvester O'Halloran

Joseph Sylvester O'Halloran (1842-1920) Source: Obituary. The Times, Friday, Jan 30, 1920; Issue 42321; pg. 16; col D — Mr J. S. O'Halloran.
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Mr. J. S. O'Halloran.
Mr. Joseph Sylvester O'Halloran, C.M.G., for 25 years secretary of the Royal Colonial Institute, has died at Cheltenham, at the age of 77. Mr. O'Halloran was born at Adelaide, and in 1859 entered the South Australian Audit Office. In 1859 he was appointed clerk to the Executive Council and Court of Appeals, and in 1870 became private secretary to Sir James Fergusson, Governor of South Australia. He was appointed assistant secretary of the Royal Colonial Institute in 1881 and became secretary in 1884. In the same year he went to Montreal as secretary of the Geographical Section of the British Association, and in the following year he attended the meeting of the Association at Aberdeen in the same capacity.
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# The Times/1920/Public notice/Archibald Grove

Thomas Newcomen Archibald Grove (1854–1920) Source: Death. The Times, Tuesday, Jun 08, 1920; Issue 42431; pg. 1; col B
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# The Weasel and the Mice

Perry index 511
* "Of the Auncyent Wesel and of the Rat", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "An Old Weazle and Mice", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "A Cat and Mice", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Weasel and the the Mice", translated by George Fyler Townsend, illustrated by Harrison Weir, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
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# The Works of William Harvey/An Anatomical Disquisition on the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Animals/Chapter 14

CHAPTER XIV.
CONCLUSION OF THE DEMONSTRATION OF THE CIRCULATION.
And now I may be allowed to give in brief my view of the circulation of the blood, and to propose it for general adoption.
Since all things, both argument and ocular demonstration, show that the blood passes through the lungs and heart by the action of the [auricles and] ventricles, and is sent for distribution to all parts of the body, where it makes its way into the veins and pores of the flesh, and then flows by the veins from the circumference on every side to the centre, from the lesser to the greater veins, and is by them finally discharged into the vena cava and right auricle of the heart, and this in such a quantity or in such a flux and reflux thither by the arteries, hither by the veins, as cannot possibly be supplied by the ingesta, and is much greater than can be required for mere purposes of nutrition; it is absolutely necessary to conclude that the blood in the animal body is impelled in a circle, and is in a state of ceaseless motion; that this is the act or function which the heart performs by means of its pulse; and that it is the sole and only end of the motion and contraction of the heart.
# The Unpopular History of the United States by Uncle Sam Himself/Foreword

FOREWORD
This is not a piece of literature, but merely the straightforward heart-to-heart talk of one American with other Americans. In the ultimate we all love the truth, and dare to face it. This is the truth as believed, and now acted upon by the best minds in our country.
It was prepared in Washington City when our capital was one of the most picturesque and busy in the world. Khaki lads line the streets; officers come and go upon their silent errands. Distinguished commissions from our allies hold daily conference with American officials, welding our joint resources, and warning us against their errors.
Thousands of private citizens—able, self-sacrificing, patriotic men—have flocked to Washington, placing their talents at the nation's disposal. They are not glory seekers. ​Few of their names are known. They only ask to serve; and they do serve—efficiently.
The net effect produced upon me—and this is what I want to tell you—is that things are being done, excellently well done. From our manifold insufficiencies we have learned.
This is intended not as a slur, but as a spur for us to do what the United States can surely do, when once our people become aroused. The United States needs our best, humanity needs it; nor shall we be weighed in the balance and found wanting.
Harris Dickson.
       Washington, D. C.,
       July 4th, 1917.
# The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.)/Volume 8/New Poems/Ad Martialem

CLXXVII
AD MARTIALEM
GOD knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life together bend our mind, And take a furlough from the falser kind, No rich saloon, nor palace of the great Nor suit at law should trouble our estate; On no vainglorious statues should we look. But of a walk, a talk, a little book, Baths, wells, and meads and the verandah shade, Let all our travels and our toils be made. Now neither lives unto himself, alas! And the good suns we see, that flash and pass And perish; and the bell that knells them cries, "Another gone: when will ye arise?"
# The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.)/Volume 8/New Poems/Epistle to Albert Dew-Smith

CXI
EPISTLE TO ALBERT DEW-SMITH
FIGURE me to yourself, I pray— A man of my peculiar cut— Apart from dancing and deray, Into an Alpine valley shut;
Shut in a kind of damned Hotel, Discountenanced by God and man; The food?—Sir, you would do as well To cram your belly full of bran.
The company? Alas, the day That I should dwell with such a crew, With devil anything to say, Nor any one to say it to!
The place? Although they call it Platz, I will be bold and state my view; It's not a place at all—and that's The bottom verity, my Dew.
There are, as I will not deny, Innumerable inns; a road; Several Alps indifferent high; The snow's inviolable abode;
​Eleven English parsons, all Entirely inoffensive; four True human beings—what I call Human—the deuce a cipher more;
A climate of surprising worth; Innumerable dogs that bark; Some air, some weather, and some earth; A native race—God save the mark!—
A race that works, yet cannot work, Yodels, but cannot yodel right, Such as, unhelp'd, with rusty dirk, I vow that I could wholly smite.
A river that from morn to night Down all the valley plays the fool; Not once she pauses in her flight, Nor knows the comfort of a pool;
But still keeps up, by straight or bend, The self-same pace she hath begun— Still hurry, hurry, to the end— Good God, is that the way to run?
If I a river were, I hope That I should better realise The opportunities and scope Of that romantic enterprise.
​I should not ape the merely strange, But aim besides at the divine; And continuity and change I still should labour to combine.
Here should I gallop down the race, Here charge the sterling like a bull; There, as a man might wipe his face, Lie, pleased and panting, in a pool.
But what, my Dew, in idle mood, What prate I, minding not my debt? What do I talk of bad or good? The best is still a cigarette.
Me whether evil fate assault, Or smiling providences crown— Whether on high the eternal vault Be blue, or crash with thunder down—
I judge the best, whate'er befall, Is still to sit on one's behind, And, having duly moistened all, Smoke with an unperturbèd mind.
Davos, November 1880.
# The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.)/Volume 8/New Poems/Epistle to Charles Baxter

CLXXVI
EPISTLE TO CHARLES BAXTER
NOO lyart leaves blaw ower the green, Red are the bonny woods o' Dean, An' here we're back in Embro, freen', To pass the winter. Whilk noo, wi' frosts afore, draws in, An' snaws ahint her.
I've seen 's hae days to fricht us a', The Pentlands poothered weel wi' snaw, The ways half-smoored wi' liquid thaw, An' half-congealin', The snell an' scowtherin' norther blaw Frae blae Brunteelan'.
I've seen 's been unco sweir to sally, And at the door-cheeks daff an' dally, ​Seen 's daidle thus an' shilly-shally For near a minute— Sae cauld the wind blew up the valley, The deil was in it!—
Syne spread the silk an' tak the gate, In blast an' blaudin', rain, deil hae 't! The hale toon glintin', stane an' slate, Wi' cauld an' weet, An' to the Court, gin we 'se be late, Bicker oor feet.
And at the Court, tae, aft I saw Whaur Advocates by twa an' twa Gang gesterin' end to end the ha' In weeg an' goon, To crack o' what ye wull but Law The hale forenoon.
That muckle ha', maist like a kirk, I've kent at braid mid-day sae mirk Ye'd seen white weegs an' faces lurk Like ghaists frae Hell, But whether Christian ghaists or Turk, Deil ane could tell.
The three fires lunted in the gloom, The wind blew like the blast o' doom, The rain upo' the roof abune Played Peter Dick— Ye wad nae'd licht enough i' the room Your teeth to pick!
​But, freend, ye ken how me an' you, The ling-lang lanely winter through, Keep'd a guid speerit up, an' true To lore Horatian, We aye the ither bottle drew To inclination.
Sae let us in the comin' days Stand sicker on our auncient ways— The strauchtest road in a' the maze Since Eve ate apples; An' let the winter weet our cla'es— We'll weet oor thrapples.
Edinburgh, October 1875.
# The Works of Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Jonathan Swift to Benjamin Tooke - 1

TO MR. BENJAMIN TOOKE.
I WAS in the country when I received your letter with the Apology enclosed in it; and I had neither health nor humour to finish that business. But the blame rests with you, that if you thought it time, you did not print it when you had it. I have just now your last, with the complete Key. I believe it is so perfect a Grubstreet piece, it will be forgotten in a week. But it is strange that there can be no satisfaction against a bookseller for publishing names in so bold a manner. I wish some lawyer could advise you how I might have satisfaction: for at this rate, there is no book, however vile, which may not be fastened on me. I cannot but think that little parson-cousin of mine is at the bottom of this; for, having lent him a copy of ​some part of, &c. and he showing it, after I was gone for Ireland, and the thing abroad, he affected to talk suspiciously, as if he had some share in it. If he should happen to be in town, and you light on him, I think you ought to tell him gravely, "That, if he be the author, he should set his name to the," &c. and rally him a little upon it: and tell him, "if he can explain some things, you will, if he pleases, set his name to the next edition." I should be glad to see how far the foolish impudence of a dunce could go. Well; I will send you the thing, now I am in town, as soon as possible. But, I dare say, you have neither printed the rest, nor finished the cuts; only are glad to lay the fault on me. I shall, at the end, take a little contemptible notice of the thing you sent me; and I dare say it will do you more good than hurt. If you are in such haste, how came you to forget the Miscellanies? I would not have you think of Steele for a publisher; he is too busy. I will, one of these days, send you some hints, which I would have in a preface, and you may get some friend to dress them up. I have thoughts of some other work one of these years: and I hope to see you ere it be long; since it is likely to be a new world, and since I have the merit of suffering by not complying with the old. Yours, &c.
* ↑ The Apology prefixed to the Tale of a Tub.
* ↑ Mr. Thomas Swift, rector of Puttenham in Surrey, chaplain to sir William Temple, and first cousin to the celebrated dean of St. Patrick's, being the only son of his uncle Thomas.