The riche merchaunt, the poore Squier, the wise plough man, and the good townselike craftsman, needes no daughter in lawe that can fril and paint her selfe, but such as be skilfull very well to spinne.

The store's finest jewelry was glassed in.

So! here I find on kiddish mind / Traditionary lore instil'd. / Tho' fairly bookt, Nymph might have lookt / For poet's promise unfulfil'd.

They had commenced playing cards for amusement—at least, that was Congreve's pretext—but it had led to playing for a stake. . . . This is a debt of honor. Gentlemen always pay their debts of honor. It takes precedence of all other claims.