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My curse upon thy venom'd stang, That shoots my tortured gums alang; And through my lugs gies monie a twang, Wi' gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines!— BURNS — Address to the Toothache.
One said a tooth drawer was a kind of unconscionable trade, because his trade was nothing else but to take away those things whereby every man gets his living.— HAZLITT — Shakespeare Jest Books.
Conceits, Clinches, Flashes and Whimzies. No. 84. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 35.
I have the toothache. * * * * * * What! sigh for the toothache?— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 21.
Hatters. "Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde To me by eny other man; If my floures ouver fade or falle, Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle As many a woman can." ADAM (of Cobsham)-The Wright's Chaste Wife. L. 265. So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.— JAMES BRAMSTON — Man of Taste.
A hat not much the worse for wear.— S. COWPER — History of John Gilpin.
My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green, Let Peggy wear.— GAY — Shepherd's Week. Friday. L. 125.
I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches and all that Are so queer.— O. W. HOLMES — The Last Leaf.
The hat is the ultimum moriens of respectability.— O. W. HOLMES — The Autocrat of the
Breakfast Table. VIII. The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.— HOOD — All Round my Hat.
A sermon on a hat: "The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothingmakes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything in life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men-we put it to your own experience, reader-have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all."— DOUGLAS JERROLD — The Romance of a Keyhole. Ch. III.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 75.
I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life. Attributed to DUKE OF WELLINGTON, C. upon seeing the first Reformed Parliament. Inn-Keeping. He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern!-holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which of themselves turn round and round!— ARETINO — Quoted by Longfellow in Hyperion. Bk. III. Ch. II.
Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffiing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.— CLARE — Shepherd's Calendar.
There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Boswell's Life of
Johnson. 1776. Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?— KEATS — Mermaid Tavern.
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. 3. L. 299.
Now spurs the lated traveler apace To gain the timely inn.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 7.
OCCUPATIONS-JEWELER. 433 Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 92
Whoe'er has travel'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome, at an inn.— SHENSTONE — Written at an Inn at
Henley. We left the shade: And, ere the stars were visible, had reached A village inn, -our evening resting-place.— WORDSWORTH — The Excursion. Bk. I.
Last lines Jeweler.