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277 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why as to reforming, Sir Peter, I'll make no promises, and that I take to be a proof that I intend to set about it. But here shall be my monitor — my gentle guide. — Ah ! can I leave the virtuous path those eyes illumine ? Though thou, dear maid, shouldst waive thy beauty's sway, Thou still must rule, because I will obey : An humble fugitive from Folly view.
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus at our friends we laugh, who feel the dart; To reach our feelings, we ourselves must smart. Is our young bard so young, to think that he Can stop the full spring-tide of calumny? Knows he the world so little, and its trade? Alas! the devil's sooner raised than laid. So strong, so swift, the monster there's no gagging: Cut Scandal's head off, still the tongue is wagging. Proud of your smiles once lavishly...
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize, Now to the maid who has none, sir : Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge. It blossoms through the year ! And depend on it, Mrs. Malaprop, that they who are so fond of handling the leaves will long for the fruit at last.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nay, now, Lady Sneerwell, you are severe upon the widow. Come, come, 'tis not that she paints so ill — but, when she has finished her face, she joins it on so badly to her neck, that she looks like a mended statue, in which the connoisseur may see at once that the head is modern, though the trunk's antique.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! Charles, if you associated more with your brother, one might indeed hope for your reformation. He is a man of sentiment.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - But I say it is, miss; there is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor dear uncle as if he had never existed — and I thought it my duty so to do; and let me tell you, Lydia, these violent memories don't become a young woman.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - That's very true indeed, Sir Peter; and, after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not in the least — I beg you won't mention it. No trouble in the world, I assure you. Acres. You are very kind. What it is to have a friend ! You couldn't be my second — could you, Jack?
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear sir ! my modesty will be overpowered at last, if you don't assist me. I shall certainly not be able to stand it! Sir Anth.

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