Open the Males, yet guard the treaſure ſure. Lay out our golden wedges to the view, That their reflexions may amaze the Perſeans.

How is it that ye are come so soon to day?

the whistle of the wind in the trees

£10,000 apiece; and, if all fall out right, the latter to come to our good friend [Secretary Winwood]'s share, who had rather have met with somebody else, and set me on work to win the dry-handed Knight (you know who I mean), who though he be ambitious enough, yet covetousness is the more predominant.