The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D. ...: With Notes, Historical and Critical, Том 17J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... o'er her tea and cream , She enters on her usual theme ; Her last night's ill - success repeats , Calls lady Spade a hundred cheats : " She slipt spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest : There's Mrs. Cut and she ...
... o'er her tea and cream , She enters on her usual theme ; Her last night's ill - success repeats , Calls lady Spade a hundred cheats : " She slipt spadillo in her breast , Then thought to turn it to a jest : There's Mrs. Cut and she ...
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... o'er her evening tea ; Surrounded with her noisy clans Of prudes , coquettes , and harridans ; When , frighted at the clamorous crew , Away the God of Silence flew , And fair Discretion left the place , And Modesty with blushing face ...
... o'er her evening tea ; Surrounded with her noisy clans Of prudes , coquettes , and harridans ; When , frighted at the clamorous crew , Away the God of Silence flew , And fair Discretion left the place , And Modesty with blushing face ...
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... o'er each female head . Why should I ask of thee , my Muse , A hundred tongues , as poets use , When , to give every dame her due , A hundred thousand were too few ? Or how should I , alas ! relate The sum of all their senseless prate ...
... o'er each female head . Why should I ask of thee , my Muse , A hundred tongues , as poets use , When , to give every dame her due , A hundred thousand were too few ? Or how should I , alas ! relate The sum of all their senseless prate ...
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... o'er a cup of gin ; Not schoolboys at a barring out Rais'd ever such incessant rout : The jumbling particles of matter In chaos made not such a clatter ; Far less the rabble roar and rail , When drunk with sour election ale . Nor do ...
... o'er a cup of gin ; Not schoolboys at a barring out Rais'd ever such incessant rout : The jumbling particles of matter In chaos made not such a clatter ; Far less the rabble roar and rail , When drunk with sour election ale . Nor do ...
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... o'er our bonnyclabber ; Nor are we studious to inquire , Who votes for manors , who for hire : Oarcare is , to improve the mind With what concerns all human kind ; The various scenes of mortal life ; Who beats her husband , who his wife ...
... o'er our bonnyclabber ; Nor are we studious to inquire , Who votes for manors , who for hire : Oarcare is , to improve the mind With what concerns all human kind ; The various scenes of mortal life ; Who beats her husband , who his wife ...
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