Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 8.djvu/370

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POLITE CONVERSATION.

Col. Ay, my lord; and pray, let him carry off the dead men, as we say in the army.

[Meaning the empty bottles.]

Ld. Sparkish. Mr. Neverout, pray, is not that bottle full?

Neverout. Yes, my lord; full of emptiness.

Ld. Smart. And, d'ye hear, John, bring clean glasses.

Col. I'll keep mine; for I think, wine is the best liquor to wash glasses in.



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