Honest i en mening
Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face.
I don’t know, Sir, but I want to be an Honest Woman.
They are supposed to be honest and good people aren’t they?.
As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it's out of style.
For they had come to talk and tarry, flirt and gossip, not to seek an honest Day’s Work!.
And what of your own sweet Man, Kate? Will he not make an Honest Woman of you as he promis’d?.
What ye must understand, Fanny, is that most o’ yer wealthiest Rogues live by Peachin’, not honest Stealin’.
Whether my Natural Parents were, as the Saying goes, poor but honest, or whether they were poor and vicious, I could not in Good Conscience say.
An’ if ye were an Honest Woman, ye wouldn’t be here, dressin’ like a Man, wearin’ red Garters! Come, Girl, ye have no Choyce in the Matter.
She scoff’d at Fine Manners, took her Pleasure where and when it pleas’d her, like a Rake, but underneath it all, she had the Pyrate’s Honour and an Honest Heart.
I’faith, what could be more surely good than a Newborn Babe with its pure unwrinkl’d Skin and honest Temper? When ’tis hungry, it cries; when ’tis sleepy, it sleeps.
The said Husband, with an honest Intent, that Tradesmen and others should not be impos’d on: Doth hereby give Notice of the said Elopement, and that he will not pay any Debts she shall contract.
O Seamen are a Parcel of slothful Poltroons, said he, who cannot bear an honest Day’s Work and many dread the Southern Seas, for they have been corrupted by the Horror Tales soft-hearted Fools bring back from Guinea.
But unlike wily Pamela Andrews, I was an Honest Whore and no Hypocrite! I sold my Body freely, but not my Mind! Whereas the Wives of Great Men, or those who aspire to be the Wives of Great Men, sell e’en their Minds and account themselves blest into the Bargain!.
And so I account my Whoring more honest than the common State of Matrimony, wherein the Wife is sold to her Husband in exchange for Land to be added to her Father’s Holdings and reaps the Benefit of High Life from the Rental of her Flesh in the Merchant’s Shop of the Matrimonial Bed!.
I shall now devote myself to describing the other Swains I met within the Brothel—particularly the Illustrious Ones; for just as Honest Women in this weary World derive all Honour from the Men (whether Husbands or Lovers) who keep them, so Whores are valu’d by the Illustriousness of their Swains.
D’ye think ’tis easy to hear him whimper so and bear the Burden of the Crew’s Hatred? D’ye think ’tis easy to be Captain o’er a scurvy Lot of Rogues, a Parcel of Lazy Poltroons who’d as soon rot in the Grog Shops of the Sugar Isles as go to Sea and work for an honest Shilling? No! The Heart recoils, but the Head bids it be strong.
But sure Coxtart was no Demeter (and perhaps I was no Persephone), yet I would find a Way to rescue Lancelot, I vow’d—if I had to be deflower’d ten thousand Times! O I would study Devious Ways to cheat that sly old Coxtart out of Guineas that I had sweated for upon my own (poor but honest) Back; and if I was bound to be a Trollop for a Time, at least ’twas in the sweet Name of Loyalty to Lancelot, and (dare I say it?) Love.
Whereupon she tuckt a linen Napkin into my Shirt Front, taking care to expose her fine, plump Bosom, just below my Nose, and I receiv’d a most Pow’rful Odour of Attar of Roses, and honest female Sweat, o’er and above the Odour of roast Capon; so much so that, ’twas fortunate I was not the Man I seem’d to be, for certainly the mingl’d Lusciousness of their entrancing Odours would have caus’d me to ravish Polly forthwith.
Cleland, seeking nothing but to repay his num’rous Debts by writing an Inflaming Book, and understanding almost nothing of the Thoughts and Sensations of the Fair-Sex, fashion’d from my Life a nauseously sugar’d Tale (as studded with Inflaming Scenes as a Plum Pudding with brandied Fruits) about a poor Country Girl who comes to the City, quite inadvertently becomes a Whore, but nonetheless is faithful at Heart (if not at some lower Organ) to her beloved Charles, and becomes an Honest Woman at the Last, concluding her Days in the Bosom of Virtue (as Mr.
I don’t know, Sir, but I want to be an Honest Woman.
They are supposed to be honest and good people aren’t they?.
As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it's out of style.
For they had come to talk and tarry, flirt and gossip, not to seek an honest Day’s Work!.
And what of your own sweet Man, Kate? Will he not make an Honest Woman of you as he promis’d?.
What ye must understand, Fanny, is that most o’ yer wealthiest Rogues live by Peachin’, not honest Stealin’.
Whether my Natural Parents were, as the Saying goes, poor but honest, or whether they were poor and vicious, I could not in Good Conscience say.
An’ if ye were an Honest Woman, ye wouldn’t be here, dressin’ like a Man, wearin’ red Garters! Come, Girl, ye have no Choyce in the Matter.
She scoff’d at Fine Manners, took her Pleasure where and when it pleas’d her, like a Rake, but underneath it all, she had the Pyrate’s Honour and an Honest Heart.
I’faith, what could be more surely good than a Newborn Babe with its pure unwrinkl’d Skin and honest Temper? When ’tis hungry, it cries; when ’tis sleepy, it sleeps.
The said Husband, with an honest Intent, that Tradesmen and others should not be impos’d on: Doth hereby give Notice of the said Elopement, and that he will not pay any Debts she shall contract.
O Seamen are a Parcel of slothful Poltroons, said he, who cannot bear an honest Day’s Work and many dread the Southern Seas, for they have been corrupted by the Horror Tales soft-hearted Fools bring back from Guinea.
But unlike wily Pamela Andrews, I was an Honest Whore and no Hypocrite! I sold my Body freely, but not my Mind! Whereas the Wives of Great Men, or those who aspire to be the Wives of Great Men, sell e’en their Minds and account themselves blest into the Bargain!.
And so I account my Whoring more honest than the common State of Matrimony, wherein the Wife is sold to her Husband in exchange for Land to be added to her Father’s Holdings and reaps the Benefit of High Life from the Rental of her Flesh in the Merchant’s Shop of the Matrimonial Bed!.
I shall now devote myself to describing the other Swains I met within the Brothel—particularly the Illustrious Ones; for just as Honest Women in this weary World derive all Honour from the Men (whether Husbands or Lovers) who keep them, so Whores are valu’d by the Illustriousness of their Swains.
D’ye think ’tis easy to hear him whimper so and bear the Burden of the Crew’s Hatred? D’ye think ’tis easy to be Captain o’er a scurvy Lot of Rogues, a Parcel of Lazy Poltroons who’d as soon rot in the Grog Shops of the Sugar Isles as go to Sea and work for an honest Shilling? No! The Heart recoils, but the Head bids it be strong.
But sure Coxtart was no Demeter (and perhaps I was no Persephone), yet I would find a Way to rescue Lancelot, I vow’d—if I had to be deflower’d ten thousand Times! O I would study Devious Ways to cheat that sly old Coxtart out of Guineas that I had sweated for upon my own (poor but honest) Back; and if I was bound to be a Trollop for a Time, at least ’twas in the sweet Name of Loyalty to Lancelot, and (dare I say it?) Love.
Whereupon she tuckt a linen Napkin into my Shirt Front, taking care to expose her fine, plump Bosom, just below my Nose, and I receiv’d a most Pow’rful Odour of Attar of Roses, and honest female Sweat, o’er and above the Odour of roast Capon; so much so that, ’twas fortunate I was not the Man I seem’d to be, for certainly the mingl’d Lusciousness of their entrancing Odours would have caus’d me to ravish Polly forthwith.
Cleland, seeking nothing but to repay his num’rous Debts by writing an Inflaming Book, and understanding almost nothing of the Thoughts and Sensations of the Fair-Sex, fashion’d from my Life a nauseously sugar’d Tale (as studded with Inflaming Scenes as a Plum Pudding with brandied Fruits) about a poor Country Girl who comes to the City, quite inadvertently becomes a Whore, but nonetheless is faithful at Heart (if not at some lower Organ) to her beloved Charles, and becomes an Honest Woman at the Last, concluding her Days in the Bosom of Virtue (as Mr.
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