I have at Westover a gardener who annually makes the motto of his house to spring in pease and asparagus.

I have not had him to drink with me yet, and t'other day I heard Ludwell give to the baronet's son a hound's rating." "I do not drink with the name," said Haward coolly.

"I drink with the man.
The churl or coward may pass me by, but the gentleman, though his hands be empty, I stop." The other laughed again; then dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, and pulled out a great gold watch with cornelian seals.

"Carter swears that Dr.Contesse hath a specific that is as sovereign for the gout as is St.Andrew's cross for a rattlesnake bite.

I've had twinges lately, and the doctor lives hard by.