The couple threw an impromptu kitchen supper when the dinner reservations fell through.

Do, my dearest child, get me off of this difficulty, and I can have no other […].

'T is loss to trust a tomb with such a guest, / Or to confine her in a marble chest, / Alas! what's marble, jeat, or porphyry,

And thou a lunatic lean-witted fool Presuming on an ague's privilege