Here Skugg
Lies snug,
As a bug
In a rug.
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LAURENCE STERNE.
1713-1768.
_Tristam Shandy_.
Vol. ii. Chapter xii.
Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should
hurt thee? This world surely is wide
enough to hold both thee and me.
Vol. iii. Chapter ix.
Great wits jump.[27]
[Note 27: "Good witts will jumpe."--_Dr. Couqham,
Camden Soc. Pub._, p.20]
Vol. iii. Chapter xi.
Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried
my uncle Toby--but nothing to this.
Vol. vi. Chapter viii.
And the recording angel, as he wrote it
down, dropped a tear upon the word and
blotted it out for ever.
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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
Page 1.
"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."
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_In the Street_. _Calais_.
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to
Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.
_The Passport_. _The Hotel at Paris_.
Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,
said I, still thou art a bitter draught.
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_Maria_.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[28]
[Note 28: "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."--_Henri
Estienne_. _Premices_. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published
in 1594.
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