A quiet man could not walk the highways without being elbowed into the kennel by swaggering swashbucklers, or accosted by painted hussies.

Padders and michers, laced cloaks, jingling spurs, slashed boots, tall plumes, bullies and pimps, oaths and blasphemies--I promise you hell was waxing fat.

Even in the solitude of one's coach one was not free from the robber.' 'How that, sir ?' asked Reuben.
'Why marry, in this wise.

As I was the sufferer I have the best right to tell the tale.

Ye must know that after our reception--which was cold enough, for we were about as welcome to the Privy Council as the hearth-tax man is to the village housewife--we were asked, more as I guess from derision than from courtesy, to the evening levee at Buckingham Palace.