The village itself looks like a fragment of antiquity, though the streets were somewhat enlivened, the day I passed through them, by multitudes of men, women, children, cows, horses, and sheep, to say nothing of vegetables and saleables of all kinds and quality.

The organs, though defunct and dead before, / Break up their drowsy grave and newly move

[…] a handful of almonds; and the ladies having no other way to eat them, one of them saucily snatched off her shoe, and cracked them hammerwise with the heel.

We have now a nonette somewhat suggestive of Mozart, and the whole piece closes with this ensemble thoroughly well developed.