RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM

Knight without fear and without reproach.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,-- In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!

Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing. So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

Knight without fear and without reproach.

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,-- In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing. So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.