[…]his lordship was out of humour. That was the way Chollacombe described as knaggy an old gager as ever Charles had had the ill-fortune to serve. Stiff-rumped, that's what he was, always rubbing the rust, or riding grub, like he had been for months past.

Was never sic a yabble! If e'er there was sic strife and clatter, Fracas o tongues and bellerin blatter, Twas at the towr o Babel.

a king's accession to a confederacy

Can we see the sweet menu, please?