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"Robbers and thieves! how dare they cheat me so? Charge twenty crowns for burying my wife! The rascals mean to give me cause for woe— I almost wish her back, upon my life!"

"A true chameleon, Chloris can assume All the bright colours known in nature's loom." "What, all the colours?" "Well, the truth to speak, I've never seen a blush upon her cheek!"

He who lies here was faithful, good and kind. Search where you will no better friend you'll find: He clung to me when I was fortune's prey." "A man of men!" "Ah no! 'twas my dog Tray."

Why don't you wed?—I like my present state.— I know a maiden—Guard me from her, fate!— Charming: I'm sure she'll please you.—There you're out.— Fifteen.—Too young.—Most witty.—Pert, I doubt.— Discreet.—Dissembler.—Pretty.—Oft a curse!— Well born.—Proud as a peacock.—Loving.—Worse! Much talent.—Far too much, I fear, for me.— Wealthy.—Enough: to marry I agree.