"Thou hast not yet tasted the sweets of this world's comfits, and thou railest at them ?" "The grapes are sour, lad." "And will be to the end," said Amyas, "if they come off such a devil's tree as that.

I really think you are out of your mind, Captain Raleigh, at times." "I wish I were; for it is a troublesome, hungry, windy mind as man ever was cursed withal.

But come in, lad.

We were sent from the lord deputy to bid thee to supper.

There is a dainty lump of dead horse waiting for thee." "Send me some out, then," said matter-of-fact Amyas.