1770 Midnight Rambler 12: Observe, said he, the smart blade [...] whipped into his buckish garb.at blade, n.
1770 Midnight Rambler 12: Observe, said he, the smart blade [...] whipped into his buckish garb.at buck, n.1
1770 Midnight Rambler 20: It was a gold-finder’s waggon carrying treasure to a receptacle near Tottenham Court Road.at gold-finder (n.) under gold, n.
1770 Midnight Rambler 37: Well, said the old lump of sin, I have made thee a humming bowl that every draught you take shall make you wish for a sweetheart.at humming, adj.
1770 Midnight Rambler 17: In the purlieus of Wapping, they lord it over their customers like a boatswain over the jack tar.at jack tar, n.1
1770 Midnight Rambler 26: You spawn of a freshwater lubber, why don’t you bear a hand with the toddy.at lubber, n.
1770 Midnight Rambler 37: Well, said the old lump of sin, I have made thee a humming bowl that every draught you take shall make you wish for a sweetheart.at lump, n.
1770 Midnight Rambler 31: Young ’squire Sapscull was the reigning toast in every assembly of bucks and belles.at sapscull (n.) under sap, n.2
1770 Midnight Rambler 15: In this tippling age [...] there is scarcely a more profitable business, than that of selling malt and spirits.at tipple, n.