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I am, in no manner, a proper person to become Lady Wychecombe; and, I trust, I should have the prudence to decline the honour were it even offered to me. Believe me, sir, my father would have held a different language to-night, had it not been for Sir Wycherly's wine, and the many loyal toasts that were drunk.
Well to be brief the bill for once was discharged the horses snorted the carriage door was opened I entered Bedos mounted behind crack went the whips off went the steeds, and so terminated my adventures at dear Paris. O, cousin, you know him the fine gentleman they talk of so much in town. Wycherly's Dancing Master.
I hopes, as we are so well acquainted, Admiral Bluewater, no offence will be taken." "Where none is meant, none ought to be taken, my friend. Now let us hear your bill-of-fare." "Well, sir, the very first dish I mentioned to Mrs. Larder, Sir Wycherly's cook, was lobscous; and, would you believe it, gentlemen, the poor woman had never heard of it!
Here's a kind host, that makes the invitation, To your own cost to his fort bon collation. Wycherly's Gent. Dancing Master. Vous pouvez bien juger que je n'aurai pas grande peine a me consoler d'une chose donc je me suis deja console tant de fois. Lettres de Boileau. As I was walking home with Vincent from the Rue Mont-orgueil, I saw, on entering the Rue St.
Here's a kind host, that makes the invitation, To your own cost to his fort bon collation. Wycherly's Gent. Dancing Master. Vous pouvez bien juger que je n'aurai pas grande peine a me consoler d'une chose dont je me suis deja console tant de fois. Lettres de Boileau. As I was walking home with Vincent from the Rue Mont-orgueil, I saw, on entering the Rue St.
James's, he'd thrust his oar into the archbishop's benedictions, or the queen's caudle-cup!" "Well, Sir Gervaise, where would be the great harm, if I did? A man as knows the use of an oar, may be trusted with one, even in a church, or an abbey. When your honour comes to hear what the dishes was, as Sir Wycherly's cook had never heard on, you'll think it as great a cur'osity as I do myself.
I used to stand here, at this very spot, twenty years ago, to watch the moonlight between the trees, and the shadows of the trees floating over that beautiful dell; I used to think of Wycherly's comedy, "Love in St. James's Park," and I think of it still. In those days the Argyle Rooms, Kate Hamilton's in Panton Street, and the Cafe de la Regence were the fashion.
"Sir Wycherly's affairs are in the best order; and, besides the estate, he has a large sum in the funds." "Well, gentlemen, we can do no more to-night. A medical man is already in the house, and Bluewater will send ashore one or two others from the fleet. In the morning, if Sir Wycherly is in a state to converse, this matter shall be attended to."
Well to be brief the bill for once was discharged the horses snorted the carriage door was opened I entered Bedos mounted behind crack went the whips off went the steeds, and so terminated my adventures at dear Paris. O, cousin, you know him the fine gentleman they talk of so much in town. Wycherly's Dancing Master.
Port came into fashion port sapped our brains and, instead of Wycherly's Country Wife, and Vanbrugh's Relapse, we had Mr Morton's Wild Oats, and Mr Cherry's Soldier's Daughter. It is really much to the credit of Scotland, that she stood stanchly by her old ally, France, and would have nothing to do with that dirty little slice of the worst part of Spain Portugal, or her brandified potations.
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