What trouble they do take to brag here, don't they?
Well, to make a long story short; how do you think it eventuated, Squire?
Why every party I went to, had as grand a shew as them, only some on 'em was better, fact I assure you, it's gospel truth; there ain't a word of a lie in it, text to the letter.

I never see nothin' like it, since I was raised, nor dreamed nothin' like it, and what's more, I don't think the world has nothin' like it nother.

It beats all natur.

It takes the rag off quite.
If that old Turk, Mahomed, had seed these galls, he wouldn't a bragged about his beautiful ones in paradise so for everlastinly, I know; for these English heifers would have beat 'em all holler, that's a fact.

For my part, I call myself a judge.