“Sure my love is all crost
Like a bud in the frost
And there's no use at all in my going to bed,
For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!”

—  Samuel Lover

Molly Carew, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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Irish song-writer, novelist, and painter 1797–1868

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