To mortal men, he with his horrid crew / Lay vanquiſht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe / Confounded though immortal: But his doom[…]

His services were recognized in a testimonial.

Beginning with a curt “Listen, Buster,” she proceeded to sketch out with admirable clearness the salient points in the situation as she envisaged it … “I thought she was splendidly firm.” “Yes, sir.” “It's the red hair that does it, I imagine.” “Yes, sir.” “If anyone had told me that I should live to hear Aubrey Upjohn addressed as ‘Buster’ ...”

Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about ye: / If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you.