An interesting George III commode, c. 1772, by the Swedish-born ébéniste to the Prince of Wales, Christopher Fuhrlohg, has decoration in his inimitable marquetry depicting Erato and her Lyre […] .
Jack had a moſt ſcandalous tongue, and perſuaded Peg that all mankind, beſides himſelf, were pox'd by that ſcarlet-faced whore, †Signiora Bubonia. “As for his brother Lord Peter, the tokens were evident on him, blotches, ſcabs, and the corona. […]”
[…] the imagination if evil presently dresseth up this motion in that garb that best suiteth with the nature of the Sin. As if it be the Lust of Uncleanness, then is the Motion to sin drest up in all the imaginable pleasureableness of that Sin; if to Covetousness, then is the Sin drest up in the Profits and Honours that attend that Sin, and so of Theft and the like; but if the Motion be to swear, hector or the like, then is that Motion drest up with valour, and manliness: […] and thus being trimmed up like a Bartholomew Baby, it is presented to all the rest of the Powers of the Soul, where with joint consent it is admired and imbraced to the firing and inflaming all the Powers of the Soul.
I think it was at this moment that Patricia lurched from the table, informing everyone that she was going to be sick and indeed was as good as her word, throwing up before reaching the door (‘Heinrich, fetch a clout — the lassie’s boaked!’).
