At Charing Cross, the Golden Cross is thine No longer; why, then hurry us so near it, We do not in the little tap-room dine, Where Greenwich cads and Walworth jarvies beer it, This Mews is cold to the Exchange's glow, Belle Sauvage Cross, thou'rt beau sauvage, I trow.

PART V: TOLD BY JUKE (IN HIS PRIVATE JOURNAL) GIVING ADVICE 1 It is always rather amusing dining at Aylesbury House, with my stimulating family.

No oneto my knowledge at leastever dines off the proverbial cabbage or turnipperhaps it would be better if they did now and thenbut, that by the way.

He would make his exit like Werter, but finally took Raven's adviceto dine first, and be miserable afterwards.

And you'll be in London making smart friendsand dining with rich folkand having ladies to sit to you' 'Phoebe, you're not jealous of me?'

I grant your suit, sir. Fail. Burr, make haste and dress you; Sir Timorous dines here to-day: you know him? Burr.

"Amphitryon": Le véritable Amphitryon est l'Amphitryon où l'on dine ("The master of the feast is the master of the house").