Tyrrel was, on the accession of Henry VII. arraigned, and after a full confession beheaded on Tower hill; and King Richard himself, "after this abhominal dede dooen never was quiet in his minde, he never ...

We never saw her ladyship, but the attendants told us, that the Venetians of her apartments were not impenetrably opaque from within, and that the old lady had seen us, and was concerned for our welfare.

His dad's well rich: he's got a Merc and two BMWs.

Oh dear, dear!—you know you’re sick when someone sends you a bedjacket instead of bath powder or a nice travel book. A bedjacket is almost as antiquated as a bustle or a dress shield. A bedjacket speaks of desperation, and what it says is: toodle-oo.