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Triumph of Wit 205: The Abram-cove, or Abraham-man is one that dreses himself ridiculously, and pretends at sundry times to be Mad, and in Fits, when indeed he does it to draw People about him, to procure the Advantage of the rest, either in telling Fortunes, or giving them the Opportunity of picking the Pockets of the Gazers. Triumph of Wit 207: As for the Women that attend these stroling Gypsies and Beggars, those that are Married after their Fashion, are called Autme [sic] Morts. Triumph of Wit 208: The Baudy-baskets are such as wander up and down with a Basket under their Arm, and a Child at their Backs, pretending to sell Toys and Trifles, and so Beg or Steal, as they see Occasion, or find Opportunity. Triumph of Wit 217: To give good words Cut been Whids . Triumph of Wit 219: I met a Dell, I view’d her well, she was benship to my watch. Triumph of Wit 220: [as cit. 1665]. Triumph of Wit : The Glimmerer has bit the bubbling Cully of his bung [The Link man has robb’d the Drunken Cully of his Purse]. Triumph of Wit 220: For all your duds are bing’d avast, the been Cove tips the Lour [For all your Clothes are stol’n I doubt, and shar’d amongst the Blades]. Triumph of Wit (1707) 196: Blot the Scrip and jark it. [Be Judged with hand seal for a Person] [...] The Cully did freely blot the Scrip, and so tipped me Forty Hogs [The Fellow entered into Bond with me willingly for Forty Shillings]. Triumph of Wit (1707) 194: Blow off on the Groundsil. [Make away from the Stairs lest you are taken]. Triumph of Wit (1707) n.p.: bluffer, host. Triumph of Wit (1707) 196: The boyl was up, we had good luck, / as well in Frost as now; [This house being rais’d, aside we stept, and through the Mire did wade]. Triumph of Wit. Triumph of Wit 204: He fell sick of a filching Fever, for which the Doctor of the Tripple-Tree applied the powerful Cordial of Hemp to his Jugular Vein, so that the strength of Application not being allayed in time, cast him into a dead Sleep, and for ever spoiled his drinking at the Boozing-ken. Triumph of Wit (1707) 194: The Cully is brushed. [The Fellow is rubbed off or broken]. Triumph of Wit (1707) 194: The Cully is brushed. [The Fellow is rubbed off or broken]. Triumph of Wit (1707) 195: The Glimmerer has bit the bubbling Cully of his bung [The Link man has robb’d the Drunken Cully of his Purse]. Triumph of Wit (1707) 194: The Mort has tipt the Bubo to the Cully. Triumph of Wit 225: To thy Bugher and thy Skew, / Filch and Gybes, I bid adieu . Triumph of Wit (1707) 194: Fib the Covet quarrons in the Rum pad, for the Lour in his Bung. [Beat the Man on the High-way, for the Money in his Purse]. Triumph of Wit 186: The Foragers go out, and fetch in Crackling Cheats, Grunting Cheats, Margery Praters, Red Shanks, etc, that is, Chickens, Pigs, Hens, and Ducks; some at the same time breaking the Ruffman’s Hedges, that is, for Firing; Nor does Tib of the Buttery, that is, the Geese escape them. Triumph of Wit. Triumph of Wit 225: Cank and Dommerar thou couldst play. Triumph of Wit 220: [as cit. 1637]. Triumph of Wit 204: Cant is found to be the peculiar Language of no Nation; nor is there any Rule prescribed for the Learning or Understanding of it, further than from those who use it to colour over their Villanies. Triumph of Wit 205: The Canters have their several Offices or Degrees amongst them. Triumph of Wit 225: [as cit. 1637]. Triumph of Wit 218: The Tongue Prating Cheat. Triumph of Wit 210: The Foragers go out, and fetch in Crackling Cheats, Grunting Cheats, Margery Praters, Red Shanks, [...] Nor does Tib of the Buttery, that is, the Geese escape them. Triumph of Wit 215: Garden or Nose-gay Smelling cheat.