Por. We are my Lady Pinch-guts men, Sir. Co. Her Men? No, he Mice. We live upon crums, and a good Cat would run away with us all. […] L. W. I wonder at it; my Lords humour is very oppoſite to hers, he loves Grandeur. Co. So does ſhe, Sir, but hates to pat for't. She will ha' Servants for a ſhew, and they ſhall ha' Liveries for a ſhew, when company comes: But when company's gone, we are ſtripp'd and ſtarv'd; a damn'd Papiſtical Heathen.

Ply you your work or elſe you are like to ſmart.

I don't buy green bananas anymore. I only buy one yellow banana, for I may not be around tomorrow.

[…] and on the sepulchre next the high altar there, on high days; and to the same likewise her vestment of green velvet embroidered, with its appurtenances, a chalice, two crevets, a bell, and a paxbrede, all of silver, […]