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Then to make up the breach, all your strength you must rally,
And labour and sweat like a slave at the galley.

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To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.

A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.

Like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.

'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write,
As fopplings grin to snow their teeth are white.

The husband’s the pilot, the wife is the ocean,
He always in danger, she always in motion

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