You have no idea how poor the court is; nobody is rich, except Mazarin and l'Abbé Fouquet. I am half tempted to cry with Madame Thurine, 'How happy are our servants! they, at least, get Christmas boxes.'

The ocellated turkey has an eye-shaped spot on its tail feathers.

Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;

“One person is superstrict and unreasonable, another is just right and another is totally lax,” she wrote.