Marion has made her bed, and may lay in it as she chuse!
Let us sit about and talk of Kings and sing bawdy songs until the dawn.
Have you heard the one about the sexton, the parson and the friar?
You know, the one which ends, "Been hunting rebbits again, sirs?"
Mulled wine!
And some of those new vegetable things from the New World!
A little of what you fancy fares you well, or so John told me
