(that of a writer), though it was to this he owed his fame and
fortune. He spoke of his works as of trifles that were beneath him;
and hinted to me, in our first conversation, that I should visit him
upon no other footing than that of a gentleman who led a life of
plainness and simplicity. I answered, that had he been so
unfortunate as to be a mere gentleman, I should never have come to
see him; and I was very much disgusted at so unseasonable a piece of
Mr. Congreve's comedies are the most witty and regular, those of Sir
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golden dragon. Max pulled the keys from his pocket, and
pray thee suffer him to abide here in this cave a little
and a fair lady might well take pleasure in beholding thee.
hosen and shoon, and a surcoat and hood of fine black cloth,
the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
and there was a glimmer of the rising moon in the east,
the latch didst thou look to find me here in this house?
quicken-tree yonder, honeycombs and white bread and a bicker
at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
but she greeted her, drawing back a little from her shyly.
his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
us twain together alone before the young man awaketh. I