But when he spoke, his plenteous words did flow / Like to thick-falling flakes of winter snow, / Ne any couth his wit so hiely straine.

…these have entirely disappeared, and we see them with the old time white polka dot, always pretty clean and neat looking.

The new generation avoided fixed itineraries, stayed in cheap hotels or hostels, and (unaffected by the lipophobia of later generations) lived on bread, cheese, and paté.

Who insults my mother insults me.