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York Spy 67: Who are those Abigails, said I? They are Ladies Women, answer’d he, that meet and prostitute themselves every Thursday Night and Feast themselves amongst the Journeymen and Apprentices, with Cakes and Ale.at abigail, n.1
York Spy 67: Who are those Abigails, said I? They are Ladies Women, answer’d he, that meet and prostitute themselves every Thursday Night and Feast themselves amongst the Journeymen and Apprentices, with Cakes and Ale. York Spy 58: I’m a Limb Trimmer by Trade, celebrated for bolstering and padding up the Hump-back’d, Hopper-ars’d Young City Beaus, into compleat Gentlemen.at hopper-arsed, adj.
York Spy 68: I produc’d a Microscope, and shew’d him the Girl’s Face in a true light, which appear’d to be as rough as a Bears Arse.at ...a badger’s arse under rough as..., adj.
York Spy 25: We came to Conny-Street, where the Babes of Grace were handing about a dead Rat, and every now and then, toss’d it into the Face of some staring Booby or other.at babe of grace (n.) under babe, n.
York Spy 46: By that time we had guzzled a Pint of Porters Belch.at belch, n.
York Spy 70: The emptying a Bog-house cou’d not have surpriz’d our smell with a more intolerable Nosegay.at boghouse, n.
York Spy 25: We came to Conny-Street, where the Babes of Grace were handing about a dead Rat, and ever now and then, tos’d it into the Face of some staring Booby or other.at booby, n.1
York Spy 29: This is an incomparable Provocative for Boozing.at boozing, n.
York Spy 30: Next Morning about Eight [we] were visited by a brisk young Spark.at brisk, adj.
York Spy 26: Over against the George, two Bullies met each other.at bully, n.1
York Spy 37: They’n as much Drapery on their Bums, as would make a Wino-sheet.at bum, n.1
York Spy 33: The next Crew we met, were a parcel of Bums [...] Certainly a Bayliff is the properest shape wherein Men fancy Satan.at bum, n.2
York Spy 72: That jolly wide-mouth Chanter.at chanter, n.
York Spy 52: A couple of Brawny brawing Shrews, well-matched in a Tongue Duel [...] their jangling Clappers were enough to turn all the Drink in the Neighbourhood.at clapper, n.1
York Spy 38: With Thousand ugly Grimaces, and comical Actions, and by his exquisite acquirements in the art of Tittle Tattle, [he] lugg’d the Clod-skull’d Audience by the Ears three quarters of an Hour.at clod-skulled (adj.) under clod, n.1
York Spy 10: In bolted two Brawny Clodpates.at clodpate, n.
York Spy 33: Since you the Noble Malt abuse [...] May all true Cods you Ale refuse.at cod, n.2
York Spy 4: I was immediately disturb’d by a Pack of Dogs, and a Squadron of lubarly Country Carles.at country, adj.
York Spy 62: The several Contrivances of a Cunning Woman, when she has a Mind to make a Cully.at cully, n.1
York Spy 10: Will Winker hit me such a Damn’d bang.at damned, adj.
York Spy 19: One jolly Dog came up to me thus, Sir, if you’ll oblige me with a Half penny for Tobacco, I’ll repeat the Lord’s Prayer backwards.at dog, n.2
York Spy 22: These slouching mute Disciples drank like Fish.at drink like a fish (v.) under drink, v.
York Spy 19: Call a Prostitute as many Proper Names, as she has Hairs upon her Letchery-laying Engine.at engine, n.
York Spy 48: [In] came hobbling up another Fiery-faced, Tun-bellied, Gossiping Legate to club her Groat, who entring the Chamber, thus accosted her tipling fatgutted Gammars, I’m glad to find you so merry, Neighbours.at fat-gutted (adj.) under fat, adj.
York Spy 59: They all got as Fuddled as so many Rats in a Wine Cellar.at fuddled, adj.
York Spy 41: They are a gang of common Strumpets.at gang, n.1
York Spy 11: An old gambling Cock loft, which stunk as bad as [...] an House of Office when the Gold-finders are emptying it.at gold-finder (n.) under gold, n.
York Spy 46: By that time we had guzzled a Pint of Porters Belch.at guzzle, v.1
York Spy 32: For fear the hectoring Bully [...] shou’d have peep’d into his Den.at hector, v.
York Spy 14: Mr. Whipster, a perfect Skeleton, a meer Shotten-Herring.at shotten herring, n.
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