[…] a breast and placket, taces, gorget, a burgonet with a buffe or chin peece, and also Armour richly quilt and graven consisting of a backe, breast, cushes, a paire of kneecops, gorget, a pair of short taces, one burgonet […]
[…] a breast and placket, taces, gorget, a burgonet with a buffe or chin peece,
Armour richly quilt and graven consisting of a backe, breast, cushes, a paire of kneecops, gorget, a pair of short taces, one burgonet […]
It would obviously be in vain to look for the purely Buddhistic originals of this work and others of the same description, all of which now show a superinfusion of Hivaitic ideas, anywhere in India.
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman’s look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson’s chest in his sleep.
He's a go among the goes, is Mr. Kestrel. He's only got to sport a new kind of topper, or tie his crumpler a new way, and every gentry-cove in town does just the same.
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