Broach a barrel of ale, and keep open house, so long as malt, and bacon, and cheese last.

Turn neither body nor beast from my door this night, or may God shut His gate in your faces.

Here are two guineas, George, to ring the church-bells, you and your fellows; but sup here first.

Cans of hot water upstairs, for us.

Lay supper, instead of dinner; brew a bowl of punch.