Cambridge jests, or, Witty alarums for melancholy spirits by a lover of ha, ha, he.

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Title: Cambridge jests, or, Witty alarums for melancholy spirits by a lover of ha, ha, he.
Author: Lover of ha, ha, he.
Publication: London :: Printed for Samuel Lowndes, and are to be sold at his shop ...,; 1674.
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Subject terms: English wit and humor.
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One related in a Coffee-house, how he had seen in Turkey a Hall thirty miles ••ong, and a Table therein six and thirty; which a young careless Gallant taking for truth, related in the next Company he met: where all laughed very much at the improbability, that a Table could be long∣er than the place where it stood; and the Gentleman was much ashamed. The nex•• time therefore he met the person of whom he heard the Story, he began to quarrel with him, for having offered to impose such Lies and Fables, as that was concern∣ing the Table, on Gentlemen, that expe∣cted to hear nothing from him but the truth. Why what untruth do you find in my relation? said he. What? replied the o∣ther; Can any thing be more against reason, than that a Table should be six and thirty miles long, and the Room where it stands but thirty? Alas Sir, replied the other, you did not take all the story; for it turn'd in four miles at each end.