There's truth in those old saws howsomever.

Mr.Theophilus's French valet, poured such a heap of flummery into the dear girl's ears, that it turned her 'ead altogether, and she run off with the haffected puppy last night; but let him look well after himself, for I swear the first time I catch him, I'll make cat's meat of him.

Ah! sir, the song says, that it's the men who is so cruelly deceitful, but I have found it the reverse.

Never trust in vimen, sir! I swear I'll hate 'em all from this day, for Jemima's sake." "Consider yourself a fortunate fellow," said I."You have made a very narrow escape." "Ah, sir, it's all very well talking, when you don't feel the smart yourself.

I loved that false creter with my 'ole 'art.