Jack Brag, Volumes 1-2

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Carey, Lea and Blanchard, 1837 - English fiction
 

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Page 171 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say — my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me...
Page 136 - Come, sleep ! O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th...
Page 78 - that that's the fashion at present among my tribe j sure all my brother puppies smoke now, and a man might as well be out of the world as 'out of the fashion, you know.
Page 46 - In his coach at the door. — If you an't better engaged would be glad of your company to go into the city, and take a dinner at Dolly's.
Page 172 - So, when the watchful shepherd, from the blind, Wounds with a random shaft the careless hind, Distracted with her pain she flies the woods. Bounds o'er the lawn, and seeks the silent floods — With fruitless care ; for still the fatal dart Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart.
Page 46 - Then do you step to the knight — hey ! — no — you must go to my lord's — hold, hold, no — I have it — Step first to sir Greg's, then pop in at lord Brentford's just as the company are going to dinner.
Page 217 - What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble!
Page 44 - Titles ! I don't understand you. Char. I mean the poverty of fastening in public upon men of distinction, for no other reason but because of their rank; adhering to Sir John till the baronet is superseded by my lord; quitting the puny peer for an earl; and sacrificing all three to a duke.
Page 46 - That, Mr. Lloyd, is a little unlucky ; for you must know I am now paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with an F ; but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your L.
Page 170 - No promontory, town, or haven in Christendom is so placed by nature and situation, both to gratify friends and annoy enemies, as this town of Dover. No place is so settled to receive and deliver intelligence for all matters and actions in Europe from time to time; no town...

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