"If you sing, get in one of the waiters, and sing to him; he'd enjoy it.

I'm going home, but I shall come to breakfast to-morrow morning, and find you in a different humour." "Good night, old mole," said Hawker; "good night, old bat, old parchment skin, old sixty per cent.

Ha, ha! If a wench brings a brat to thee, old lad, chuck it out o' window, and her after it.

Thou can only get hung for it, man.

They can only hang thee once, and that is better than to keep it and foster it, and have it turn against thee when it grows up.