OLIVER GOLDSMITH: She Stoops To Conquer A : Ay, and bring back vanity and affection to last them the whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own foo...

OLIVER GOLDSMITH: She Stoops To Conquer

A : Ay, and bring back vanity and affection to last them the whole year.
I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home!. In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage coach. Its fopperies come down, not only as inside passengers, but in the very basket.

B : Ay, your times were fine times indeed, you have telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company....'

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