See here! a purse of as good gold as ever chinked under a miser's thumb and fore-finger.

Ay, count them, lad," said he, as Foster received the gold with a grim smile, "and add to them the goodly remembrance he gave last night to Janet." "How's this?
how's this ?" said Anthony Foster hastily; "gave he gold to Janet ?" "Ay, man, wherefore not ?--does not her service to his fair lady require guerdon ?" "She shall have none on't," said Foster; "she shall return it.

I know his dotage on one face is as brief as it is deep.

His affections are as fickle as the moon." "Why, Foster, thou art mad--thou dost not hope for such good fortune as that my lord should cast an eye on Janet?
Who, in the fiend's name, would listen to the thrush while the nightingale is singing ?" "Thrush or nightingale, all is one to the fowler; and, Master Varney, you can sound the quail-pipe most daintily to wile wantons into his nets.

I desire no such devil's preferment for Janet as you have brought many a poor maiden to.