I don't know how it is, Belford; but women think themselves entitled to take any freedoms with us; while we are unpolite, forsooth, and I can't tell what, if we don't tell a pack of cursed lies, and make black white, in their favourteaching us to be hypocrites, yet stigmatizing us, at other times, for deceivers.

[Thus triumphing in his unpolite cruelty, he says,] After her haughty treatment of me, I am resolved she shall speak out.

And what are my prospects with you, at the very best?My indignation rises against you, Mr. Lovelace, while I speak to you, when I recollect the many instances, equally ungenerous and unpolite, of your behaviour to one whom you have brought into distressand I can hardly bear you in my sight.

She says, I am an unpolite man.

His principal work is a translation of a satirical piece, written originally in high Dutch, and entitled the Ship of Fools: It exposes the characters, vices, and follies of all degrees of men, and tho' much inferior in its execution to the Canterbury Tales, has yet considerable merit, especially when it is considered how barren and unpolite the age was in which he flourished.

did, had not his alarming, his unpolite, his rough conduct, kept it under.

Then resumingO Sir, you know not what a strange man he has been!An unpolite, a rough-manner'd man!

In disgrace of his birth, and education, and knowledge, an unpolite man!

"He is so jolly green!" said Charley, when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour.

The debt to Mr. Reid is £25; and here is a certain paper which gives me the power to do an unpolite thing.

Thus, in the time of Shakespeare, was the doctrine of witchcraft at once established by law and by the fashion, and it became not only unpolite, but criminal, to doubt it; and as prodigies are always seen in proportion as they are expected, witches were every day discovered, and multiplied so fast in some places, that bishop Hall mentions a village in Lancashire, where their number was greater than that of the houses.

The Spirit of Love has something so extremely fine in it, that it is very often disturbed and lost, by some little Accidents which the Careless and Unpolite never attend to, till it is gone past Recovery.

He runs about twelve hundred woollies, and is about as unpolite a cuss as I ever met up with.