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.'

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

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

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