Vulgar words in The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810 (Page 1)
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They followed his steps, only in his feeble, pitiful paths, and contented themselves with writing contemptible buffoon caricature parodies of the writings of the greatest men.
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The multitude, however, he could not, during his lifetime reclaim; for a miserable cotemporary of his, named Philemon, a coarse writer of broad farce, who afterwards died of a fit of laughter at seeing a jackass eat figs, continued by intrigues and his natural influence with the mob, to carry away some prizes from him; though he was so mean and contemptible a poet that his very name would have been forgotten, and long since sunk in eternal oblivion, if it had not been buoyed up by the simple fact of his entering the lists against Menander.
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Is it red--what so red as gold?--Youth warms my heart and later age I love; this pleases by its form, that by its conduct.--Is she a slut--how saving!--Is she delicate--how delightful!--Is she my wife--I _must_ love her--Is she my friend's--how can I help it!--The fatter, the warmer; the thinner, she is less subject, _perhaps_, to the frailty of the _flesh_.--Is she lame--how domestic!--Is she deaf--'tis well.--Is she blind--'tis better.--Is she dumb--O, 'tis too much!
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"I am one," replied he, "and am ready to rub down _an ass_."