It was entitled, in red ink, "Ye Piteous Complaynt of a Forsooken Habbit; a Proper Sonet," and reads: Ye boone y aske is smalle indeede Compared with what y once did seeke- Soe, ladye, from yr.
"Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions"
Slason Thompson
But just then Lewis-yr-Helwyr, shouting out in Welsh, 'We ask for more wages and they give us soldiers,' leaped at the throat of the Scotchman nearest to him, and snatching the musket out of his hand, stuck the bayonet into him.
"Faces and Places"
Henry William Lucy
I shd be glad also of any information on a subject wh I know drew yr thoughts when you were last abroad-the system as to retreats.
"Memoirs of James Robert Hope-Scott, Volume 2"
Robert Ornsby