The Works of Laurence Sterne ...

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W. Strahan, 1783
 

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˹ 140 - ... twill be. enough to give your honour your death, and . bring on your honour's torment in your groin.
˹ 28 - tis terrible no way for consider, brother Toby, when we are death is not; and when death is we are not.
˹ 140 - I'll take my hat and stick and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.
˹ 153 - Trim, and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling, he might march. He will never march an...
˹ 236 - TO conceive this right, call for pen and ink here's paper ready to your hand. Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind as like your mistress as you can as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you 'tis all one to me please but your own fancy in it.
˹ 144 - I never in the longest march, said the Corporal, had so great a mind to my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company. What could be the matter with me, an...
˹ 2 - Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another? Are we for ever to be twisting, and untwisting the same rope? for ever in the same track for ever at the same pace?
˹ 146 - I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with my own ears, or I could not have believed it. Are you sure of it ? replied the curate. A soldier, an' please your reverence, said I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson ; and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world. 'Twas well said of thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby. But when a soldier,...
˹ 142 - But alas, the poor gentleman will never get from hence, said the landlady to me, for I heard the death-watch all night long ; and when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him, for he is broken-hearted already. I was hearing this account...
˹ 150 - Tis finished already, said the corporal, for I could stay no longer, so wished his honour a good night. Young Le Fevre rose from off the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs ; and as we went down together, told me they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in Flanders. But, alas ! said the corporal, the lieutenant's last day's march is over.

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