Let us not make too much haste; it is requisite we carry all along with us.

Heyday, here are tripes fit for our sport, and, in earnest, excellent godebillios of the dun ox (you know) with the black streak.

O, for God's sake, let us lash them soundly, yet thriftily.
Drink, or I will,--No, no, drink, I beseech you (Ou je vous, je vous prie.).

Sparrows will not eat unless you bob them on the tail, nor can I drink if I be not fairly spoke to.

The concavities of my body are like another Hell for their capacity.