Yes! I love justice well---as well as you do--- But <strong>link</strong> since the good dame's blind, she shall excuse me If, time and reason fitting, I prove dumb;--- The breath I utter now shall be no means To take away from me my breath in future. <strong>link</strong> Old Play.
By dint of charity from the town's-people in aid of the load of provisions he had brought with him into durance, Edie Ochiltree had passed a day or two's confinement without much impatience, regretting <strong>link</strong> his want of freedom the less, as the weather proved broken and rainy.
``The prison,'' he said, ``wasna sae dooms bad a place as it was ca'd. Ye had aye a good roof ower your head <strong>link</strong> to fend aff the weather, and, if the windows werena glazed, it was the mair airy and pleasant for the summer season. And there were folk enow to crack wi', and he had bread eneugh <strong>link</strong> to eat, and what need he fash himsell about the rest o't?''
The courage of our philosophical mendicant began, however, to abate, when the sunbeams shone fair on the rusty bars of his grated dungeon, and <strong>link</strong> a miserable linnet, whose cage some poor debtor had obtained permission to attach to the window, began to greet them with his whistle.
By dint of charity from the town's-people in aid of the load of provisions he had brought with him into durance, Edie Ochiltree had passed a day or two's confinement without much impatience, regretting <strong>link</strong> his want of freedom the less, as the weather proved broken and rainy.
``The prison,'' he said, ``wasna sae dooms bad a place as it was ca'd. Ye had aye a good roof ower your head <strong>link</strong> to fend aff the weather, and, if the windows werena glazed, it was the mair airy and pleasant for the summer season. And there were folk enow to crack wi', and he had bread eneugh <strong>link</strong> to eat, and what need he fash himsell about the rest o't?''
The courage of our philosophical mendicant began, however, to abate, when the sunbeams shone fair on the rusty bars of his grated dungeon, and <strong>link</strong> a miserable linnet, whose cage some poor debtor had obtained permission to attach to the window, began to greet them with his whistle.