I shall tire of my Journal if it is to contain nothing but biles and plasters and unguents.

The bounty so much delighted mine host, that he ran to fill the stirrup-cup (for which no charge was ever made) from a butt yet charier than that which he had pierced for the former stoup.

Having babies spits in the eye of the Ludendorffs and Kaiser Wilhelms and the Krupps and all the other deathmongers who'd kill the lot of us if they could.

Therefore if you... a) get your head stuck in the ceiling doing a “fliffus” on your trampoline […]