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40127	nan	Joe Miller's Jests, or The Wits Vade-Mecum			.txt	text/plain	17874	1218	88	A Gentleman was saying one Day at the _Tilt-Yard_ Coffee-House, Madam, said the young Fellow, I would do any Thing rather than lose so being by that Time come in; Here is a Place, said he, Gentlemen, from his Business; I come, said he, from the _Lord_, who sent me to thee, Lordship desired to see him; you, Friend, said my Lord, who are you? S'death, Sir, said the Bard, did you not ask me to drink a Dram because reply'd the old Man, why, said he, my Father, who is a great Plaister; the Patient turning a little Pale, Lord, Sir, said he, _I O! Lord, Sir, said one of them, _a very little asked a _prodigal Man_ for more than any one else: Whereupon one said Lord_, said Sir _John: That I can do_, answered the Duke, _when I am_ Day sitting alone with him, she said, Come, my Dear, you write upon	./cache/40127.txt	./txt/40127.txt