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... LORD LYTTLETON From the Monody ROBERT FERGUSSON The Farmer's Ingle THOMAS SCOTT Government of the Mind ( from Lyric Poems ) PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE , EARL of Chester- FIELD . On Nash's Picture at full Length between the Busts of Sir I ...
... LORD LYTTLETON From the Monody ROBERT FERGUSSON The Farmer's Ingle THOMAS SCOTT Government of the Mind ( from Lyric Poems ) PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE , EARL of Chester- FIELD . On Nash's Picture at full Length between the Busts of Sir I ...
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... serve this belly - glutton , Whilst we must starve on mutton , mutton . Mrs. B. My good man , too - Lord bless us ! wives Are born to lead unhappy lives , Although his profits bring him clear Almost two hundred pounds 30 ROBERT LLOYD .
... serve this belly - glutton , Whilst we must starve on mutton , mutton . Mrs. B. My good man , too - Lord bless us ! wives Are born to lead unhappy lives , Although his profits bring him clear Almost two hundred pounds 30 ROBERT LLOYD .
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... lords to - day , In a fine painted coach and eight , And rides along in all his state . And then the queen- Mrs. S. Ay , ay , you know , Great folks can always make a show . But tell me , do - I've never seen Her present majesty , the ...
... lords to - day , In a fine painted coach and eight , And rides along in all his state . And then the queen- Mrs. S. Ay , ay , you know , Great folks can always make a show . But tell me , do - I've never seen Her present majesty , the ...
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... Lord bless me , Mrs. Brown , your hand ; And you , my dear , take hold of hers , For we must stick as close as burrs , Or in this racket , noise and pother , We certainly shall lose each other . -Good God ! my cardinal and sack Are ...
... Lord bless me , Mrs. Brown , your hand ; And you , my dear , take hold of hers , For we must stick as close as burrs , Or in this racket , noise and pother , We certainly shall lose each other . -Good God ! my cardinal and sack Are ...
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... Lord , how my husband us'd to sit , And drink success to honest Pitt , And happy o'er his evening cheer , Cry , " you shall pledge this toast , my dear . " Man . Hist - silence - don't you hear the D 2 ROBERT LLOYD . 35.
... Lord , how my husband us'd to sit , And drink success to honest Pitt , And happy o'er his evening cheer , Cry , " you shall pledge this toast , my dear . " Man . Hist - silence - don't you hear the D 2 ROBERT LLOYD . 35.
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