We all need some antishock, Doctor.

Those deathless twin barnburners return to the Metropolitan Opera tonight.

[W]hile he would spit beyond the table, he all-to-bespawleth him who skinketh at the feast.

[…] portions of the food, instead of being crushed, are crowded down into the cavity, and escape uncrushed and unsalivated into the stomach; and the more teeth you lose the more pains should you take to chew with what remains.