I have lived out half my allotted span, and shall never complete it unless I get food." "T' life o' mon is aw a hoory," replied Widow Precious, with slow truth.
"Young mon, what 'll ye hev ?" "Dinner, madam; dinner at the earliest moment.

I have ridden far, and my back is sore, and my substance is calling for renewal." "Ate, ate, ate, that's t' waa of aw menkins.

Bud ye maa coom in, and crack o' it." "Madam, you are most hospitable; and the place altogether seems to be of that description.

What a beautiful room! May I sit down?
I perceive a fine smell of most delicate soup.

Ah, you know how to do things at Flamborough." "Young mon, ye can ha' nune of yon potty.