Coffee-house jests. Refined and enlarged. By the author of the Oxford jests. The fourth edition, with large additions. This may be re-printed, Feb. 25. 1685. R.P.

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Title
Coffee-house jests. Refined and enlarged. By the author of the Oxford jests. The fourth edition, with large additions. This may be re-printed, Feb. 25. 1685. R.P.
Author
Hickes, William, fl. 1671.
Publication
London :: printed for Hen. Rhodes, next door to the Swan-Tavern, near Bride-Lane in Fleet street,
1686.
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English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800.
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"Coffee-house jests. Refined and enlarged. By the author of the Oxford jests. The fourth edition, with large additions. This may be re-printed, Feb. 25. 1685. R.P." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A43690.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.

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A Rich Simpleton was to Court a pret∣ty Maid, and when he was come to her, his man would still be to help him out, (but I think he need not do that, for he was out enough himself) then she askt his Man what estate he had? He said a 1000 l. a year: Puh, says he, my Mans a Fool; I, and a thousand, and a thousand to that too: Then she askt him how long his Master went to School? He said near a twelve month: He lies, says he, I was not there half so long; for my Master did nothing but whip me; so he did: Then she askt his Man how old his Master was? He told her a∣bove five and twenty: Puh, says he, I am five and twenty, and five and twenty, and five and twenty too: I think my man is the arrantest Fool in the World: You speak for me, I hope I have so much wit as to speak for my self; and I hope Mistress forsooth you'll love me now, now you have heard all my good qualities: Yes, says she, I am willing to have you, so you'll promise me never to be

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my Husband: Yes, forsooth, says he, I'll do any thing to please you, so you'll have me.

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