These boys are too-too stubborn, Lancaster; But 'tis their mother's fault.

Gloster, thou wilt be too-too venturous; Thou dost delight in those odd humours so, That much I fear they'll be thy overthrow.

Do tell my wife, Prince John, by my dear mother, I love her too-too well to like another.

I g-go, I b-b-be-s-s-seech you, let Sk-Skink and Gl-Gloster be lo-lo-looked to; For they have p-p-play'd the k-k-knaves too-too-too

I g-go, I b-b-be-s-s-seech you, let Sk-Skink and Gl-Gloster be lo-lo-looked to; For they have p-p-play'd the k-k-knaves too-too-too

Servants, indeed, I don't matter being angry with, when I please; they are paid for bearing it, and too-too often deserve it; as we have frequently taken notice of to one another.

Of youth and beauty still you are the foe: The curse of Rosamond rests on your head, Fair Rose confounded by your cank'rous hate, O, that she were not as to me she is, A mother, whom by nature I must love, Then I would tell her she were too-too base To dote thus on a banish'd careless groom: Then should I tell her that she were too fond To trust fair Marian to an exile's hand.

H. I do not lie: you wot it too-too well.

O Ely, thou to him wert too-too cruel!

blessed in thy end; Now too-too late thy truth I do commend.

No, gentle husband, now 'tis too-too late; You should have look'd, before you came to bed.

Now we present unto each pitying eye The scholars' progress in their misery: Refined wits, your patience is our bliss; Too weak our scene, too great your judgment is: To you we seek to show a scholar's state, His scorned fortunes, his unpity'd fate; To you: for if you did not scholars bless, Their case, poor case, were too-too pitiless.

The cold of woe hath quite untun'd my voice, And made it too-too hard for list'ning ear: Time was, in time of my young fortune's spring, I was a gamesome boy, and learn'd to sing But say, fellow-musicians, you know best whither we go: at what door must we imperiously beg? JACK FIDDLERS.

My want of wealth is author of my grief; Your father says, my state is too-too low: I am no hobby bred; I may not soar so high As Lelia's love, The lofty eagle will not catch at flies.

Or so, nor so; 'tis too-too dangerous.

That fellow in the bays, methinks I should have known him; O, 'tis Comedus, 'tis so; but he has become nowadays something humorous, and too-too satirical up and down, like his great grandfather Aristophanes.

why, methinks 'tis too-too evident: I see his dog very plain, and look you, just under his tail is a thorn-bush of furze.

"I mean to look just too-too.

He notes the whistlings and puffings, the trick of saying "too-too-too" of his idol: and it was a proud day when he won a bet by venturing to ask Johnson what he did with certain scraped bits of orange-peel.

He notes the whistlings and puffings, the trick of saying "too-too-too" of his idol: and it was a proud day when he won a bet by venturing to ask Johnson what he did with certain scraped bits of orange-peel.

Johnson whistled "too-too-too" doubtfully, for Lee was a patriot and an American.

Johnson whistled "too-too-too" doubtfully, for Lee was a patriot and an American.

Hence, worthy Reader, shew not thy self too-too-rigid a Censurer.

She was bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder, By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-Bush Her name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too.

" Oh, to say (without fines) "quite too-too!" For dear "awfully jolly" I yearn.