I can't interest the little schlepper in doing his homework.

Several months ago every city and many of the towns in which we operate were flooded with a cartoon flyer warning autoists of the legal risks involved in picking up thumbers.

A poor old villager, who went in the country by the appellation of Robin, that had always earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, and to whom a morsel of fat bacon was a princely meal, had heard so much said in commendation of delicious fare, as partridges, pheasants, ortolans, and such like ; and those nectarious liquors Burgundy and Champagne, that he longed so ardently for such a regale, as to think he could be very well contented to die, provided he might first be permitted to satisfy his longing.

It is some satisfaction to him that is repelled, that dignities, honours, offices, are not alwayes given by desert or worth, but for love, affinitie, friendship, affection, great mens letters, or as commonly they are bought and sold.