I'll allow you now to find fault with my face, for I'll swear your impudence has put me out of countenance. But look you here now, where did you lose this gold bodkin? Oh, sister, sister! Mrs. Frail. My bodkin! Mrs. Fore. Nay, 'tis yours, look at it. Poetical Vagaries: Containing An Ode to We, a Hackney'd Critick;Low Ambition ... - Pagina 167 di George Colman - 1818 - 217 pagine Visualizzazione completa -
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