'There is not one of them who is not in his employ.

He hath many apprentices in the wool trade.

We sit down forty to meat every day in the year.' 'And to right good fare, too,' quoth Saxon, glancing down the table.
'Salmon, ribs of beef, loin of mutton, veal, pasties--what could man wish for more?
Plenty of good home-brewed, too, to wash it down.

If worthy Master Timewell can arrange that the army be victualled after the same fashion, I for one shell be beholden to him.

A cup of dirty water and a charred morsel cooked on a ramrod over the camp fire are like to take the place of these toothsome dainties.' 'Is it not best to have faith ?' said the Puritan maiden.