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[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) 1 May 40: I have sent you [...] the French bever [...] Bever-hats are grown dearer of late.
at beaver, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1753) 3 Aug. 229: I am one of them who value not a courtesy that hangs long betwixt the fingers. I love not those viscosa beneficia, those bird-limed kindnesses which Pliny speaks of.
at birdlime, adj.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 1 May 39: The Secretary was put to beat the hoof himself, and foot it home.
at beat the hoof (v.) under hoof, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 8 Sept. 45: They cut off his Genitories (and they say he was hung like an Ass) and sent them as a present to the Duke of Main.
at hung like an ass under hung, adj.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 1 May 39: We were suddenly surpriz’d by a Crew of Filous of [? or] Night-Rogues, who drew upon us [...] There is never a Night passes, but some Robbing or Murder is committed in this Town [i.e. Paris].
at night hunter (n.) under night, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 12 May 42: He took the round Cover of the Close-stool, and clap’d it on his bald Sconce.
at sconce, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 21 Aug. 67: The young Maid having understood that Don Baltran had been in Naples, and had that Disease.
at Naples canker, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters I (1737) 2 Feb. 81: What do you think of his Head-piece? Is he a proper Man for the Office of an Ambassador?
at head-piece, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) II Dec. 90: For the latter strength, we may thank our Countryman Ward, and Danskey the Butterbag Hollander.
at butterbag (n.) under butter, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 23 Feb. 129: Notwithstanding all these Traverses, we are confident here that the Match will take, otherwise my Cake is Dough.
at cake is dough under cake, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters 10 Dec.(1737) I 110: Ale, which he thought was the wholesomest liquor that could go into one’s Guts.
at gut, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 3 Mar. 113: This business is now in hot agitation.
at hot, adj.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) II 5 Mar. 114: He treated with a Pandar to procure him a Courtesan [...] The Pandar did his Office, but brought him a Citizen clad in Damoisell’s apparell, so she and her Maquerell were paid accordingly.
at mackerel, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 2 Mar. 155: There is a buz here of a Match ’twixt England and France.
at buzz, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 3 Feb. 164: He told me also a merry one; how a Captain that had a wooden Leg [...] had it shatter’d to pieces by a Cannon-bullet: His Soldiers crying, A Surgeon [...] no, no, said he, A Carpenter, a Carpenter will serve the turn.
at good one, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters I (1737) 20 Nov. 186: Many hundreds of them being surprized, and found dead-drunk, the Spaniards came and tore off their Ears and Noses.
at dead, adv.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 1 Aug. 207: It is a humour of Swearing in all your discourses; and they are not slight, but deep, far-fetch’d Oaths that you are wont to rap out.
at rap, v.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 5 July 220: He had so far transgressed the Fannian Law, which allows a chirping Cup to satiate, not to surfeit, to mirth, not to madness.
at chirping merry, adj.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 5 July 220: I am sorry to have found Jack T. in that pickle, and that he had so far transgressed the Fannian Law, which allows a chirping Cup to satiate, not to surfeit, to mirth, not to madness [...] Jack T. I fear will die in a Butt of Canary.
at pickle, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 3 Dec. 226: My Lord Powis [...] said, Dammy if ever he come to be King of England, I will turn Rebel.
at damme!, excl.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 20 Oct. 237: I [...] send your Lordship what followeth touching this great Hans-Town [...] The old Hans had extraordinary Immunities give them by our Henry III.
at Hans, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters I (1737) 1 Apr. 249: There are odd doings in France, and ’tis no new thing for the French to be always a doing.
at doings, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 3 June 252: The Spaniard have an odd saying [...] A Portuguese was engender’d of a Jew’s Fart.
at fart, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1753) II 7 Oct. 366: Ale is thought to be much adulterated, and nothing so good as [...] Smug the smith was used to drink.
at smug, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) II 15 Jan. 336: While the Husband is abroad upon the Gallies, there be others that shoot his Gulf at home.
at gulf, n.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 3 May 259: She was found stone dead.
at stone, adv.
[UK] J. Howell 5 Apr. Familiar Letters (1737) II 323: T. Ca. buzz’d me in the ear, that tho’ Ben had barell’d up a great deal of knowledge, yet it seems he had not read the Ethicks.
at buzz, v.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters (1737) I 276: My Vintner and Shoe-maker fell into a hot dispute about Bishops.
at hot, adj.
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters 20: They scold like so many butter-whores or oyster-women at Billingsgate [F&H].
at butter-whore (n.) under butter, n.1
[UK] J. Howell Familiar Letters I (1737) 20 Nov. 285: I was committed to the Fleet, where I am now under close restraint: And, as far as I see, I must lie at dead anchor in this Fleet a long time.
at anchor, v.
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