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The Humours of Oxford choose

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[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV i: No more, no – no – more – my Brains are all a-float already.
at afloat, adj.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: These keen-set Oxford Blades will scramble for a fresh Country Girl.
at blade, n.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: The sight of that Blunderbuss bodes me no good.
at blunderbuss, n.1
[UK] 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
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford IV ii: Death! I shall lose my Cause, if I don’t take care.
at death!, excl.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: Hang Fortune, I say – Trash – mere Dirt.
at dirt, n.
[UK] 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.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: Pooh, pooh; all Flam, Madam.
at flam, n.1
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford V ii: Gadsbudakins! I don’t know what to do.
at gadsbodikins! (excl.) under gad, n.1
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: Hang Fortune, I say – Trash – mere Dirt.
at hang!, excl.
[UK] 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.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford I i: A Jilt does her Cully while she is picking his Pockets.
at jilt, n.1
[UK] 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
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford V i: What’s the Matter now, Man?
at man, n.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford V i: O Ned! such a Misfortune!
at Ned, n.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] 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.
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford II i: Pooh, pooh; all Flam, Madam.
at pooh-pooh, phr.
[UK] 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
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford V i: Couldst thou not learn [...] who it is that the Rantipole is going to marry.
at rantipole, n.
[UK] 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
[UK] J. Miller Humours of Oxford V ii: I had best make to Shelter, to save myself a scouring.
at scouring, n.
[UK] 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.
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