"But of the fir and flaumbe funeral / In which my body brennen shal to glede,

[S]ome Writers do almoſt nothing contrary to yͤ cuſtome, and ſome by vertue of that Priviledge, dare doe any thing. I am neither of that firſt order, nor of this laſt. The one is too fondly-ceremonious, the other too impudently audacious.

‘You've not been caught in bed with a V.A.D.?’ Tietjens asked.

In the culinary process, there are none of those peelings and washings as in the case of potatoes and turnips, […] none of those squeezings and mashings and choppings, before the worthless mess can be got upon the table.