To conceive this right, --call for pen and ink--here's paper ready to your hand. ----Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind----as like your mistress as you can----as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you--'tis all one to me----please but your own fancy in it.
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------Was ever any thing in Nature so sweet! --so exquisite!
----Then, dear Sir, how could my uncle _Toby_ resist it?
Thrice happy book! thou wilt have one page, at least, within thy covers, which MALICE will not blacken, and which IGNORANCE cannot misrepresent.
To imagine this right, call for pen and ink - here's paper ready to your hand. Sit down, Sir, and paint her as like your mistress as you can - as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you - 'tis all one to me - please your own fancy.
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Was ever any thing in Nature so sweet! so exquisite!
How could my uncle Toby resist?
Thrice happy book! thou wilt have this one page, at least, which Malice will not blacken, and which Ignorance cannot misrepresent.
Book 6 - Chapter 38