Ariadne […] quitted her Lover Theseus, for the tumultuous Conversation of Bacchus.

O Laurinella! little doſt thou wot / How fraile a flower thou doſt ſo highly prize: / Beauty's the flower, but love the flower-pot / That muſt preſerve it, els it quickly dyes.

Soon after the arrival of Mrs. Campbell, dinner was announced by Abboye. He came into the drawing room resplendent in his gold-and-white turban. […] His cummerbund matched the turban in gold lines.

Sally said distressedly: Oh, Mike, it's all true and I'm so sorry!