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... dear ; The Careffes of a Dog , the Love of a Mifs , and the Invitation of an Hoft . La fame hà fempre buon Cuoco . Hunger never fails of a good Cook . Tanto vale la perfona quanto fe fa valere . A Man is valued as he makes himself ...
... dear ; The Careffes of a Dog , the Love of a Mifs , and the Invitation of an Hoft . La fame hà fempre buon Cuoco . Hunger never fails of a good Cook . Tanto vale la perfona quanto fe fa valere . A Man is valued as he makes himself ...
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... dear . Pan & Vino ? va cantando . Have you Bread and Wine ? fing and be merry . Poco pan , tienlo in man ; poco vin , bevi fpeffo ; poco letto , cacciati in mezzo , e va à dormire à buon ' hora . If there is but little Bread , keep it ...
... dear . Pan & Vino ? va cantando . Have you Bread and Wine ? fing and be merry . Poco pan , tienlo in man ; poco vin , bevi fpeffo ; poco letto , cacciati in mezzo , e va à dormire à buon ' hora . If there is but little Bread , keep it ...
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... dear . Bella Promeffa liga il matto . A fair Promife catches the Fool . Chi per altri promette entra per lo largo , & efce per lo ftretto . He who is bound for another goes in at the wide end of the Horn , and must come out at the ...
... dear . Bella Promeffa liga il matto . A fair Promife catches the Fool . Chi per altri promette entra per lo largo , & efce per lo ftretto . He who is bound for another goes in at the wide end of the Horn , and must come out at the ...
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... dear , nor a Mifs ever worth the Money fhe cofts . La Robba de ' Matti è la prima fpedita . The Fool's Eftate is the first fpent . La Robba è di chi la gode , e ' l Mondo di chi fe ne piglia . Wealth is bis that enjoys it , and the ...
... dear , nor a Mifs ever worth the Money fhe cofts . La Robba de ' Matti è la prima fpedita . The Fool's Eftate is the first fpent . La Robba è di chi la gode , e ' l Mondo di chi fe ne piglia . Wealth is bis that enjoys it , and the ...
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... dear for . Per viver fano vefti caldamente , e mangia fcarfa- mente . If you would be healthful , cloath your felf warm , and eat Sparingly . Condennati a ' Metalli fono i Ricchi . Rich Men are Slaves condemn'd to the Mines . La robba ...
... dear for . Per viver fano vefti caldamente , e mangia fcarfa- mente . If you would be healthful , cloath your felf warm , and eat Sparingly . Condennati a ' Metalli fono i Ricchi . Rich Men are Slaves condemn'd to the Mines . La robba ...
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AARON HILL bafta bath Beauty beft beſt better bien bleft Breaft buon cafa Charms coft cou'd cry'd DAVID GARRICK Dean SWIFT Devil Dios doth Epigram ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fair fame Faults faut fave feem felf ferve fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft firſt foft fome fono Fool foon fpeak Friend ftill fuch fure gafta give gran hath hazer Heart Heaven himſelf Horfe Houfe JOSIAH RELPH keep Kifs Lady laft laſt lefs live lofe loft Lord Lord LANSDOWNE Love Mafter Man's moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never non fà Nymph o'er Paffa Paffion Pain Pleafure pleaſe poco poor Pope Pow'r Praiſe quoth Reafon rich rife Senfe ſhall ſhe thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou thro Truth Venus Virtue vuol whofe Wife Wife-man worfe wou'd
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