1695 N. Ward Auction 3: What, I warrant you, that’s a Butter-box with his 1 Pound, 1 Skillin.at butterbox (n.) under butter, n.1
1695 N. Ward Auction n.p.: The Cook-Room of a West-Country bargee where the old Dons sate Funking their Noses.at funk, v.1
1695 N. Ward Auction 14: Heer’s Effeminate J—s [...] Pray take notice of his Allablaster Cheeks, for which the Vlugar [sic] have Nicknam’d him Washing Moll.at moll, n.
1695 N. Ward Auction 4: But suppose there should be no Ink in the Pen. Non-performance, or an Assafetid Breath should be the occasion.at pen, n.1
1695 N. Ward Auction n.p.: For the Blockhead his Master to pick their Pockets of their Rino by the falsity of his [...] infallible Powders.at rhino, n.1
1695 N. Ward Auction 15: Beau Draper, who by the Powder of his Wig, and the bewitching Hum of his Tattler, [...] hath ruined two of your Metropolitan Sash Window Cherubins.at tatler, n.