...most usual pronunciation. Thus Butler, " Quoth he, to bitl me nr>t to lore, " IB to forbiti my pulse to move ; My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, '* Or, when I'm in the tit, to fticfcu^.* To HICCOUGH, hîk^kup, vn To sob with convulsion of the stomach. To HlCKUP,...

...Butler : " Quoth he, to bid me not to love, " Is to forbid iny pulse to move ; " My beard to g^ow, my ears to prick up, " Or, when I'm in a fit, to hiccup. ' To HICCOUGH, hlk'knp. vn To sob with convulsion of the stomach. To HICKUP, h!k'kap. vn To...

...had the hiccough o'er anil o'er. CleaveUad. Quoth he, to bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move. My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or, when I'm in a fit, to tic/tup, Hudilmu. Sneezing cureth the hiccough, and is profitable unto women in hard labour. Browne'i...

...rs^rvov ors| Poed Or. Onom.— MIMNERM. Colors Quoth he :— to bid me not to love Is to forbid my pulse to move — My beard to grow — my ears to prick up — Or, when I'm in a fit, to hickup. Htidibras. Qui nescit, verau> tamen aucict fingcrc ! IIOR. — Ar. Pott. But thoee that write in rliimo,...

...usual pronunciation. Thus Butlor, " Quoth he. to bid me not to love, " Is to forbid my pulse to TOOTO ; "My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, " Or, when I'm in the fit, to /n. '..:»." To HICCOUGH, hfk'kfip, vn To sob with convulsion of the stomach. To HICK up,...

...control. I could only exclaim with the honest Hudibras — To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hickup. But to my story. I was an especial favourite of Mr. Fife (Mrs. Fife's husband), for more reasons than...

...so unreasonably made to me," said Langley, ' Quoth he, to bid me not to lore Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up. Or, when I'm in a fit, to hick up,' That clinches the argument. Now what, my dear Multum, have you got to urge against me ? Here...

...customs of those fairs, emphatically writes : " Quoth he .' to bid me not to love, i« to forbid me not to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, or when I'm in a fit, to hiccup." How beautifully writes Willis, in the following verse : " Love knoweth every form of air,...

...customs of those fairs, emphatically writes : " Quoth he ! to bid me not to love, is to forbid me not to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, or when I'm in a fit, to hiccup." How beautifully writes Willis, in the Annoyer : " Love knoweth every form of air, And every...

...true, You must fly me, as I do you ; 34 o Quoth he, To bid me not to love, 343 Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, Or (when I'm in a fit) to hiccup : Command me to p — s out the moon, And 'twill as easily be done : Love's power 's too great...