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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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 1, 2024.
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224.
A Rump Soldiers Wife being a cleanly Woman, in a Moon shiny night going tho∣row Thieving-lane in Westminster, and pret∣ty late, she having at that time an occasion to untruss a point, went into a corner of that Lane, and under a Bulk was pleased to deliver a poor Prisoner (for it could be no otherwise in Thieving-lane) but I know not by what over-sight it hapned, for her under-Coat, sweet Soul, doubl'd inwardly, which catch't the poor Prisoner agen when he was got out; o•• last like a discreet Wo∣man that could over-see all she had done,
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she lookt on the Ground, and seeing it not, Well, says she, the place well deserves the name of Thieving-lane; for a Body can't lay down any thing but 'tis stole away presently: And the poor thing it seems was loath to leave her turn'd Page, and followed at the heels, dab, dab, dab, every step; which she knew not of till she smelt the Rogues tricks: Sirrah, says she, hence forward I'll have no more to do with you; and so shak'd him off, that the poor thing was forc'd to lie in the Street all that cold night.
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