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Сторінка 338 - Pluck both boots on"; But softer Love does whisper, "Put on none." What shall I do? what conduct shall I find To lead me through this twilight of my mind?
Сторінка 12 - That, Mr. Lloyd, is a little unlucky ; for you must know I am now paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with an F ; but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your L. Ha, ha, ha!
Сторінка 12 - Almack's; send a Cheshire cheese by the stage to sir Timothy Tankard in Suffolk ; and get at the Herald's Office a coat of arms to clap on the coach of Billy Bengal, a nabob newly arrived : so you see I have not a moment to lose.
Сторінка 322 - BAYES. Why, thus, Sir; nothing so easy when understood. I take a book in my hand, either at home or elsewhere, for that's all one — if there be any wit in't, as there is no book but has some, I transverse it: that is, if it be prose, put it into verse (but that takes up some time), and if it be verse, put it into prose.
Сторінка 347 - Others may boast a single man to kill ; But I the blood of thousands daily spill. Let petty kings the names of parties know : Where'er I come, I slay both friend and foe. The swiftest horsemen my swift rage controls, And from their bodies drives their trembling souls.
Сторінка 343 - And from their bodies drives their trembling souls. If they had wings, and to the gods could fly, I would pursue and beat 'em through the sky ; And make proud Jove, with all his thunder, see This single arm more dreadful is than he.
Сторінка 326 - em all, in nature, to mend it. Besides, sir, I have printed above a hundred sheets of paper, to insinuate the plot into the boxes...
Сторінка 320 - ... to be private with in the afternoon, and sometimes see a play; where there are such things, Frank — such hideous, monstrous things — that it has almost made me forswear the stage and resolve to apply myself to the solid nonsense of your men of business, as the more ingenious pastime.