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Bosvil, who endeavour'd to tumble me down; but I thought the aforesaid Power snatch'd me away, and brought me to that Shade, where I had writ those Verses heretosore on the Bark of an Ash, as I told you; in which Verses I had seem'd to prefer the Muses, and a studious Life, before that of Business and Marriage: Whereupon, my uncouth Guardian said, unlucky Maid,

The Amours of Bosvil and Galesia 2008

In order to accomplish this detestable Freak, I snatch'd up a Steel Rapier, which stood in the Hall, and walk'd away towards the Place of his Abode, saying to myself, The false Bosvil shall disquiet me no more, nor any other of my Sex; in him I will end his Race; no more of them shall come to disturb or affront Womankind.

The Amours of Bosvil and Galesia 2008

Bosvil, who endeavour'd to tumble me down; but I thought the aforesaid Power snatch'd me away, and brought me to that Shade, where I had writ those Verses heretosore on the Bark of an Ash, as I told you; in which Verses I had seem'd to prefer the Muses, and a studious Life, before that of Business and Marriage: Whereupon, my uncouth Guardian said, unlucky Maid,

The Amours of Bosvil and Galesia 2008

In order to accomplish this detestable Freak, I snatch'd up a Steel Rapier, which stood in the Hall, and walk'd away towards the Place of his Abode, saying to myself, The false Bosvil shall disquiet me no more, nor any other of my Sex; in him I will end his Race; no more of them shall come to disturb or affront Womankind.

The Amours of Bosvil and Galesia 2008

Haste, snatch him, if he can be snatch'd from fate:

The Aeneid English 70 BC-19 BC Virgil

Eumolpus did not offer to prevent our mimick deaths, nor his man look concern'd when the rasor was snatch'd from him.

The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

He snatch'd it -- sav'd it! and what the mystery might solve, if now such mystery were worth solving -- this scarf (_producing it_) encircled her.

The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 6, June 1810

And I snatch'd the notes from where they were plac'd

Harry Fanny Wheeler Hart

Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs

Autumn 1919

And snatch'd and snapp'd it in swift child's whim,

Poppy 1919