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Show 1 M R Sl ofe otm Th Seldier's Fortune 2 Dared. Thefe are Rogues that pretend to be a Religion now! Well all that I.fay is, Honeft Atheifm for my Money _-Beang. No, grant me whileI live the eafie Being I am at prefent: pof feft of 5 a kind, fair Shee, to cool my Blood, and pamper my Imaginatio withal; anhoneft Friend or two, like thee, Conrtine, that I dare truft m Thoughts to ; generous Wine, Health, Liberty, and no Difhonour; an whenI ask more of Fortune, let her €'en make a Beggar of me. Wha fayft thou to this, Daredewil? Is not thi young Sinner can conveniently ? Dared. Nay,1 have very great Hope Court. Butwhy did we part with th coming as near thy Doctrine as a of you, that's my Comfort Women fo foon Beawg. Oh, Courtine, Reputation, Reputation / 1 ama young Spark, an \CT Jevil the Sweets of Li 1taftes of, Lard re meant hin ty and Voluptuoufnefs--Hickup--while your poor Father, Sirrah muft be contented to drink paltry Sack; with dry-bon'd, old; batter' Rogues, and bethankful. clean.sh data import.tsv out README You muft have your fine, jolly, young Fellows rf and bonny, buxom, brawny-bum'd Whores, you Dog, to revel. with, an be'hang'd to you, muft you? Sirrah, you Rogue,I ha' loft all my Money Beang, 1am forry for it, Sir Fath, Sorry for it, Sir Hickup --1Is that all e a Slav » an muit ftand upon my Credit, Friend ; the Rogues that cheat all the Week and go to Church in clean Bands o' Sunday, will advance ro neceflary Sum upon my Revenues elfe, when there may be an Occafion : Befides, I hav a Father in Town, a grave, fober, ferious old Gentleman, call'd a Father Dared. One that will Drink, Rant, Whore, and Gaine, and is as full o Religion as his Worthipful Son here Beang. Hah [ Epter Eather Farh, Very well, very noble, truly, Son! This is the Care you ar pleafed to take of my Family! Sit up all Night, Drink, Wlore, {pen your Eftate, and give your Soul to the Devil ! A very fine-Hickup----This Aguamirabilss and the Old Hock does not agree with.my Stomach Beang. Daredevil, ftick to me now, and help me out at a dead lift, or I a oft for ever.- Sir, 1 hope my; being here, has not.done you, nor an Frieno d yours, an Injury Fath. Injury! No, Sir, *tis no Injury for.you to take your {fwill in Plen- 6 Dared, If thou grt very poor, old Fellow, take a {fwinging Dofe of Opi~ pm,and fleep upon't 5 'tis the beft thing in the World for old Gentleme thiat have no Money. Or wiltthoubzgeod Company ?: wilt thou fit dow and crack a Bottle, old Boy ? Hah Fath.. Heh! crackaBottle Dared, Ay, crack aBottle: What fayit thou: to that comfortable Pro- pofition? clean.sh data import.tsv out README " Conrt. Come, Sir, heére's your good Health, and to your.bstter-Fortune Fath. A very honeft Fellow Faek Thelfe are. very honeit Fellows What is ‘your name, Friend Dared. My name is Daredevil, Friend 3 of the ancient> Family, of th Daredevils in the North, that havenot had a.Church in theirParith, Chaplain in their Houf¢, Prayers Publick or Private, or Graces at-Meals, fince FL87 :9' -\g |