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‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 32: Yet doth he curses on th’ occasion utter, And, foolish, quarrel with his bread and butter.at quarrel with (one’s) bread and butter (v.) under bread and butter, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 32: Yet doth he curses on th’ occasion utter, And, foolish, quarrel with his bread and butter. ‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 31: The Buck, Like many English ones, much out of luck.at buck, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 30: Unlike our London poor John Bulls.at John Bull, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 31: He laughed at all the hounds —And left them, with a f---, behind.at fart, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 32: And takes a hobby-horse to gall his pride, That flings him, like a lubber, in the dirt.at lubber, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 56: [footnote] The fair artist hath [...] communicated to canvass the old bard’s idea of the brandy-faced Hours.at brandy-face (n.) under brandy, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 55: Sons of the Brush, I’m here again!at brother (of the) brush (n.) under brother (of the)..., n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 73: A Dutchman, I forgot his name – Van Grout, Van Slabberchops, Van Stink.at chops, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 73: At calling names I never was a dab.at dab, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 55: My Cousin had rump steaks to eat! [...] loads of dainty meat!at loads of, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 68: ’Sblood! ’tis a lie!at ’sblood!, excl.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 69: Whatever first came in his sconce.at sconce, n.1
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 73: A Dutchman, I forgot his name – Van Grout, Van Slabberchops, Van Stink.at slobber-chops (n.) under slobber, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 116: Fame [...] For you, no longer cares a single rush.at not care a rush, v.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 245: Where old Adam’s beverage flows with pride.at Adam’s ale (n.) under Adam, n.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 211: Such is the sound [...] Form’d by what mortals Bubble call, and Squeak, When ’midst the frying-pan, in accents savage, The beef so surly quarrels with the cabbage.at bubble and squeak, n.1
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 253: I’ve cook’d up a Petition: This carries weight with it, or I’m mistaken, Shall shake the Monarch’s soul, and save our bacon.at save someone’s bacon (v.) under bacon, n.1
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 236: A black cat round the bantling squall’d.at bantling, n.
‘Lyric Odes’ Works (1794) I 90: Yet thou mayest bluster like bull-beef so big.at bull-beef, n.
‘Odes to the Royal Academicians’ Works I (1812) 95: He surely had been brandying it or beering, that is, in plainer English, he was drunk.at beer, v.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 239: The King long since had bid to kiss his b---h.at bitch, n.1
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 253: I’ve cook’d up a Petition.at cook up, v.
‘Odes to the Royal Academicians’ Works I (1812) 93: We are no Craw-thumpers, no Devotees.at craw-thumper, n.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 282: The frail Fair-ones in the Cyprian trade.at Cyprian, adj.
‘Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 275: Jack Wilkes, too, be a dam, dam uglish name.at damn, adv.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 298: This Louse affair’s a very pretty joke! An’t you asham’d of it, you dirty dogs?at dog, n.2
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 246: Cooks, scullions, hear me ev’ry mother’s son.at every mother’s son, n.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 202: ‘Look, look, look, Charly! is not that a louse!’ [...] [he] with a smile the grey-back’d Stranger saw.at grayback, n.
‘The Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 246: George thinks us scarcely fit [...] To carry guts, my brethren, to a bear.at carry guts to a bear (v.) under gut, n.
‘Lousiad’ Works (1794) I 287: And all day in munchin spent, And guzzlin, too, no doubt.at guzzle, v.1
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