IMPATIENCE.
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Oh! rid me of this torture, quickly there, My Madam, with the everlasting voice. The bells, in time of pestilence, ne'er made Like noise, or were in that perpetual motion. ————————————All my house, But now, steam'd like a bath, with her thick breath, A lawyer could not have been heard, nor scarce Another woman, such a hail of words She has let fall.