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PÓgina 35 - God save the mark! And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
PÓgina 47 - Of your precedent lord ; a vice of kings ; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! Queen.
PÓgina 27 - Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. Love with youth flies swift away, Age is nought but sorrow. Dance and sing, Time's on the wing, Life never knows the return of spring. CHORUS. Let us drink, etc.
PÓgina 26 - Dear Mrs. Coaxer, you are welcome. You look charmingly today. I hope you don't want the repairs of quality, and lay on paint. — Dolly Trull! kiss me, you slut; are you as amorous as ever, hussy? You are always so taken up with stealing hearts, that you don't allow yourself time to steal anything else.
PÓgina 38 - 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.
PÓgina 38 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
PÓgina 9 - I'll insure thee from being hanged; and going to sea, Filch, will come time enough upon a sentence of transportation. But now, since you have nothing better to do, ev'n go to your book, and learn your catechism; for really a man makes but an ill figure in the ordinary's paper, who cannot give a satisfactory answer to his questions.
PÓgina 25 - Her kisses Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose. I must have women. There is nothing unbends the mind like them. Money is not so strong a cordial for the time.— Drawer!