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Triumph of Wit 182: 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 184: As for the Women that attend these stroling Gypsies and Beggars, those that are Married after their Fashion, are called Autem-morts. Triumph of Wit 184: 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 196: [as cit. 1612]. Triumph of Wit 195: Cut been Whids [Give good Words]. Triumph of Wit 196: I met a Dell, I view’d her well, she was benship to my watch. Triumph of Wit 196: [as cit. 1665]. Triumph of Wit 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 196: 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 194: 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 194: Blow off on the Groundsil. [Make away from the Stairs lest you are taken]. Triumph of Wit n.p.: bluffer, host. Triumph of Wit 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 (5th edn). Triumph of Wit 181: 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 194: The Cully is brushed. [The Fellow is rubbed off or broken]. Triumph of Wit 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 194: The Mort has tipt the Bubo to the Cully. Triumph of Wit 200: To thy Bugher and thy Skew, / Filch and Gybes, I bid adieu [To thy Dog an Dish adieu, Thy Staff and pass I ne’er must view]. Triumph of Wit. Triumph of Wit 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 200: Cank and Dommerar thou couldst play [Dumb and Madman thou couldst play]. Triumph of Wit 196: [as cit. 1637]. Triumph of Wit 181: 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 182: The Canters have their several Offices or Degrees amongst them. Triumph of Wit 177: Since Wheedling and Canting may be justly termed Brethren, I don’t think it any ways amiss to join them together in this Third Part of my Academy [...] This word canting seemes to bee derived from the latine verbe (canto) which signifies in English, to sing, or to make a sound with words, thats to say to speake. And very aptly may canting take his derivation a cantando, from singing, because amongst these beggerly consorts that can play upon no better instruments, the language of canting is a kinde of musicke, and he that in such assemblies can cant best, is counted the best Musitian. Triumph of Wit 195: Filch me some Pannum and Cash [Cut me some Bread and Cheese].