The women, in white smocks and blue petticoats, walked barefoot in the mud and boulders, carrying their yellow boots with red heels in their hands. The long locks of each man falling from beneath his Mambrino hat, looked as if each of them had just taken a bath, but this appearance was due only to the good oiling or greasing of Sunday morning.

A title so clear, as if it were “written with a beam of the sliny;” which no true Englishman in his right wits did ever yet oppose, but one or two foreign pensioners, maintained on purpose abroad to kindle scathfires at home, who gained nothing by the question but to render themselves ridiculous.

[A] dish of hard fish swimming in oil appeared at each end, the sides being furnished with a mess of that savoury composition known by the name of lob's course […].

[T]he Dominion of ſucceeding Favourites … occaſioned perpetual commotions in that State, and changes of the Miniſtry; and would certainly have produced thoſe in the Government too; if [Cardinal] Richelieu having gained the abſolute aſcendant in that Court, had not engaged in the deſigns at firſt of a War upon the Hugonots, and after that was ended, upon Spain; …