1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV i: No more, no – no – more – my Brains are all a-float already.at afloat, adj.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: For ’tis an intolerable Slavery to walk, like an Excise-man, from one end of this Beastly Town to the other.at beastly, adj.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford V ii: Don’t abuse my Wife – Slut, quotha! i’gad let me tell you, she has done a cleaner thing than you’ll ever do while your Bellows blow, old Lady.at bellows, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: These keen-set Oxford Blades will scramble for a fresh Country Girl.at blade, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: The sight of that Blunderbuss bodes me no good.at blunderbuss, n.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: Your Fellows of Colleges are a parcel of Sad, Muzzy, Humdrum, Lazy, Ignorant old Caterpillars.at caterpillar, n.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV ii: Death! I shall lose my Cause, if I don’t take care.at death!, excl.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: Unmannerly! [...] why he is a Fellow of a College; that is to say, a Rude, Hoggish, Proud, Pedantick, Gormandizing Drone – a dreaming dull Sot.at drone, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford V ii: Gadsbudakins! I don’t know what to do.at gadsbodikins! (excl.) under gad, n.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: Unmannerly! [...] why he is a Fellow of a College; that is to say, a Rude, Hoggish, Proud, Pedantick, Gormandizing Drone – a dreaming dull Sot.at hoggish, adj.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: A Jilt does her Cully while she is picking his Pockets.at jilt, n.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV i: But I have another Job for you; and if my Stratagem takes there, my Fortune’s made.at job, n.2
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: Why, thou Mungrel, thou thing of the doubtful Gender, how can’st thou have the consummate Impudence, to open thy Mouth.at mongrel, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: I’ll have you [...] Rusticated, – Expell’d – I’ll have you [...] where you’ll be devill’d, Muckworm, you will.at muck-worm, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: Your Fellows of Colleges are a parcel of Sad, Muzzy, Humdrum, Lazy, Ignorant old Caterpillars.at muzzy, adj.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV ii: O my Stars! – I am in an universal Fermentation at the thought of it!at my stars!, excl.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV i: Od’s my Life! ’tis impossible to have too much of a good Thing.at ods my life! (excl.) under ods, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: You should generously make it a Blessing to the World; and not (as a Miser does his Pelf) niggardly hoard it.at pelf, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: gain.: What, bound for the Port of Wedlock, Sir? ape.: No, no, no, no, Sir, I only use her as a Pleasure-Boat [...] purely as a passo Tempo.at pleasure boat (n.) under pleasure, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: How many great Matches have I refus’d on your Account? – there was Mr. Rakewell of Queens [...] Mr. Soakpot of Maudlin.at rake, v.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford V i: Couldst thou not learn [...] who it is that the Rantipole is going to marry.at rantipole, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford V i: clar.: O fye upon you [...] how bravely the World would babble on such an Occasion. sham.: Ratt the World.at rat, v.1
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford V ii: I had best make to Shelter, to save myself a scouring.at scouring, n.
1730 J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: Ay, Charles, but to have a Woman slap into one’s Chops at the first Whistle, is losing the Pleasure of the Chase.at slap, adv.