The London Spy (1703) [ Places ]
… tedious Confinement to a Country Hutt, where I dwelt like Diogenes in his Tub, or an Owl in a Hollow-Tree, taking as much delight in my Books, as an Alchymist does in Bellows; till tired with Seven Years search after … a mouthful of Coming, Coming . This suddain clutter at our Appearance, so surpriz’d me, that I look’d as Silly as a Bumpkin Translated from the Plough-Tail to the Play-House, when it Rains-Fire in the Tempest , or when Don John’s at … Dishes were in an instant chang’d into full Quarts of Purple Nectar , and Unsullied Glasses: Then a Bumper to the King in General, another to the Church Establish’d in particular, a third left to the Whimsey of the Toaster, till at …
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