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...minces virtue, and does shake the head To hear of pleasure's name ; — The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't With a more riotous appetite. Down from...sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption; — fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination...