The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

-- -- Bonjour! -- -- -good morrow! -- -- -so you have got your cloak on betimes! -- -- -but 'tis a cold morning, and you judge the matter rightly -- -- 'tis better to be well mounted, than go o' foot -- -- -and obstructions in the glands are dangerous -- -- -And how goes it with thy concubine -- thy wife, -- and thy little ones o' both sides? and when did you hear from the old gentleman and lady -- your sister, aunt, uncle, and cousins -- -- -I hope they have got better of their colds, coughs, claps, toothaches, fevers, stranguries, sciaticas, swellings, and sore eyes.

-- -- What a devil of an apothecary! to take so much blood -- give such a vile purge -- puke -- poultice -- plaister -- night-draught -- clyster -- blister? -- -- -And why so many grains of calomel? santa Maria! and such a dose of opium! periclitating, pardi! the whole family of ye, from head to tail -- -- -By my great-aunt Dinah's old black velvet mask! I think there was no occasion for it.