The select works of Jonathan Swift Volume 3; containing the whole of his poetical works, the Tale of a Tab, Battle of the Books, Gulliver's travels, Directions to servants, Art of Punning, etc - Softcover

Swift, Jonathan

9781130295788: The select works of Jonathan Swift Volume 3; containing the whole of his poetical works, the Tale of a Tab, Battle of the Books, Gulliver's travels, Directions to servants, Art of Punning, etc

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ISBN 10: 1130295788 ISBN 13: 9781130295788

Publisher: RareBooksClub.com, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 Excerpt: ...here's a rose between two nettles. Neverout. No, madam; with submission, here's a nettle between two roses. Colonel stretching himself.. Lady Smart. Why, colonel, you break the king's laws; yon stretch without a halter. Lady Answ. Colonel, some ladies of your acquaintance have promis'd to breakfast with you, and I am to wait on them; what will you give ns? Col. Why, faith, madam, hachelor's fare; bread and cheese, and kisses. Lady Answ. Poh! what have you hachelors to do with your money, but to treat the ladies? you have nothing to keep but your own four quarters. Lady Smart. My lord, has Captain Brag the honour to be related to your lordship i Ld. Sparkish. Very nearly, madam; he's my cousin-german quite remov'd. Lady Answ. Pray, is he rich? Ld. Sparkish. Ay, a rich rogue, two shirts and a rag. Col. Well, however, they say, he has a great estate, but only the right owner keeps him out of it. Lady Smart. What religion is he of? Ld. Sparkish. Why, he is an Anythingarian. Lady Answ. I believe, he has his religion to chuse, my lord. Neverout scratches kis tieck. Miss. Fie, Mr. Neverout, ar'n't you asham'd I I beg pardon for the expression, but I'm afraid, your bosom-friends are become your back-biters. Neverout. Well, miss, I saw a flea once on your pinner, and a louse is a man's companion, but a flea is a dog's companion: however, I wish, you would scratch my neck with your pretty white hand. Miss. And who would be fool then? I wou'dn't touch a man's flesh for the universe: you have the wrong sow by the ear, I assure you! that's meal for your master. Neverout. Miss Notable, all quarrels laid aside, pray step hither for a moment. Miss. I'll wash my hands, and wait on yon,. sir; but pray, come hither, and try to open this lock. Neverout. We'll try what we can d...

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