"The Edinburgh Sir Walter Scott Club"

“Scared out of his seven senses.”

“Still are the thoughts to memory dear.”

“The stores of history are accessible to every one, and are no more exhausted or impoverished by the hints thus borrowed from them than the fountain is drained by the water which we subtract for domestic purposes. And in reply to the sober charge of falsehood against a narrative announced positively to be fictitious, one can only answer by Prior's exclamation - 'Odzooks, must one swear to the truth of a song?'”

“But with the morning cool reflection came.”

“There is a southern proverb—fine words butter no parsnips.”

“Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.”