My mother always mentioned these teachings when she saw a buller man or heard about someone thought to be a buller.

By the great, also, he [Robert Burns] was treated in the customary fashion, entertained at their tables, and dismissed. Certain modica of pudding and praise are from time to time gladly exchanged for the fascination of his presence, which exchange once effected, the bargain is finished, and each party goes off his several way.

I've got a bit of cookery that will astonish him — my marinated pheasants' poults a la braise imperiale.

The worm wriggled out of the man's pocket.