Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate, / Vnder the shadow of her euen browes, / Working belgards, and amorous retrate […]

Judgelike thou sitt'st, to praise or to arraign / The flying skirmish of the darted cane.

Chestnuts roasted on wooden pushcarts. Gao lak probably fell out of fashion when littering laws came into effect and tossing the chestnut shells behind you as you walk would earn you a fine.

Mother looked at the ladder, at the twin lofted beds, at the desk, at the closet, at the throw pillows, at the cheap decorations, at the artwork, at the Christmas lighting, at a rain lamp that I'd acquired a few weeks earlier.