Fools and Philosophers

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10 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
287 ÆäÀÌÁö - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir, I am a true labourer. I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - Clean through me ! — a ball or two clean through me ! Sir Luc. Ay — may they — and it is much the genteelest attitude into the bargain. Acres. Look'ee ! sir Lucius — I'd just as lieve be shot in an awkward posture as a genteel one ; so, by my valour ! I will stand edgeways.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not how fast it rolls on, while such purl on the bank still is growing, and such eyes light the waves as they run. Marchioness, your health.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice in my life, but I spells it with a
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - I believe you are in the service of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant in this case. Speak up, if you please, Mr. Weller." " I mean to speak up, sir," replied Sam ; " I am in the service o' that 'ere genTman, and a wery good service it is.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pho! pho! nonsense! Three or four feet between the mouths of your pistols is as good as a mile. ACRES. Odds bullets, no! By my valour! there is no merit in killing him so near: do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot— a...
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll bauble him! [Exeunt. SCENE III. — King's-Mead-Fields Enter SIR Lucius O'TRIGGER and ACRES, with pistols. Acres. By my valour! then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let me play the lion too : I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I will make the Duke say " Let him roar again, let him roar again.

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