Born in December 6, 1788 / Died in June 17, 1845 / United Kingdom / English
He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.
Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.
His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!
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