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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Subject terms: English wit and humor -- Early works to 1800.
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