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The which pleasing him, we fall to discourse of what to do with the Spoons and Porringer, resolving the spoons do go to Betty Michell where certayne it is I do stand Godmother, and the Porringer to Mrs Lane, whose name I know not but will come at shortly, and he do cry her up for a sober and God-fearing woman.

The Ladies A Shining Constellation of Wit and Beauty

Butter, and heat it in a Porringer, and pour over them.

The Queen-like Closet or Rich Cabinet Stored with all manner of rare receipts for preserving, candying and cookery. Very pleasant and beneficial to all ingenious persons of the female sex Hannah Wolley

_Porringer_, but believes a match for governor lies still in the _terra incognita_ of allowable rhythm.

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Sam'l thinking (on some jest of my Lord's) to stand Godfather and give the name -- though how to call the Babe for him I see not -- do at once provide silver Spoons and a Porringer.

The Ladies A Shining Constellation of Wit and Beauty

Leaving Landless near the door, Win-Grace Porringer dragged a keg to the side of the settle, and sitting down upon it, approached his death mask of a face close to the face of the mender of nets, and commenced a whispered conversation.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

He found Porringer seated in their boat, patiently awaiting him.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Wherefore I, Win-Grace Porringer, testify against the people of this land; against Prelatists and Papists, Presbyterians and Independents, Baptists, Quakers and heathen; against princes, governors, and men in high places; against them that call themselves planters and trample the vineyard of the Lord; against their sons and their daughters who are haughty, and walk with stretched-forth neck and wanton eyes, walking and mincing and making a tinkling with their feet.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

"It's the darkness of Tophet," muttered Porringer.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

So close were the banks of wet, black earth, that they heard the crabs scuttling down them, and Porringer made a jab with his pole at a great sheepshead lying _perdu_ alongside.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

But the countenance of Master Win-Grace Porringer wore an expression of secret satisfaction.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903