Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.
William Makepeace ThackerayAt that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.
William Makepeace Thackeray