She's a whore. A tartlet. Junia, he bought her for a hundred and fifty guineas, and then had the nerve to ask me to marry him!

The Dogs rushed in with such a cry, that all the Forrest rang againe with the noyse, but behold there leaped out no Goat, nor Deere, nor gentle Hinde, but an horrible and dangerous wild Boare, hard and thicke skinned, bristeled terribly with thornes, foming at the mouth, grinding his teeth, and looking direfully with fiery eyes.

Now on my right there was nothing but marshes for miles, right away to Birchington in Thanet; and butter-cup-beyellowed marshes they were, dotted with sheep and threaded with innumerable waterways, and with, oh, such a big, big sky outstretched above them […]

The menu card was designed by Mr. Arthur Hacker, and further enriched by some charming verses in Omarian quatrains from Mr. Le Gallienne, who read them to a sympathetic audience.