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Сторінка 65 - Since laws were made for every degree, To curb vice in others, as well as in me, I wonder we ha'n't better company Upon Tyburn tree.
Сторінка 63 - Which way shall I turn me? how can I decide? Wives, the day of our death, are as fond as a bride. One wife is too much for most husbands to hear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear. This way, and that way, and which way I will, What would comfort the one, t'other wife would , take ill.
Сторінка 59 - Did he tip handsomely? How much did he come down with? Come, hussy, don't cheat your father, and I shall not be angry with you. Perhaps you have made a better bargain with him than I could have done. How much, my good girl?
Сторінка 52 - If the heart of a man is deprest with cares. The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Сторінка 57 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Сторінка 46 - Murder is as fashionable a Crime as a Man can be guilty of. How many fine Gentlemen have we in Newgate every Year, purely upon that Article...
Сторінка 57 - O villain! villain! POLLY. Am I not thy wife? Thy neglect of me, thy aversion to me, too severely proves it. Look on me. Tell me, am I not thy wife? LUCY. Perfidious wretch! POLLY. Barbarous husband! LUCY. Hadst thou been hanged five months ago, I had been happy. POLLY. And I too.
Сторінка 61 - The hard times oblige me to go very near in my dealing. To be sure, of late years I have been a great sufferer by the parliament. Three thousand pounds would hardly make me amends. The act for destroying the Mint was a severe cut upon our business. 'Till then, if a customer stepped out of the way— we knew where to have her.
Сторінка 51 - We retrench the superfluities of mankind. The world is avaritious, and I hate avarice. A covetous fellow, like a jack-daw, steals what he was never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it. These are the robbers of mankind, for money was made for the free-hearted and generous, and where is the injury of taking from another, what he hath not the heart to make use of?