Out with the fashion that will let a man smile, but pronounces him vulgar if he ha-ha’s.

You'll be woken each morning with a tray of cookies and ‘bed-tea’, which is made using leaves plucked from the plantations outside your window.

Whan this ſayd monument diſcouered was / Suche a ſuauite and fragrant odoure / Aſcended from the corps by ſingular grace / Paſſyng all worldly ſwetnes and ſauour / That all there present that day and hour / Suppoſed they had ben / in the felicite / Of erthely paradiſe / without ambiguite.

So. You ever have a patient with a perma-boner before?