“ To make a tarte of strawberyes, wrote Margaret Parker in 1551, take and strayne theym with the yolkes of four eggs, and a little whyte breade grated, then season it up with suger and swete butter and… Allegra Goodman
“ Shelby looked over to see Andrew silently mouthing syllables to himself, as if he were part of an ecstatic rite. He grinned as he bit fricatives and tongued plosives. He was tasting English origins, m… Bailey Cunningham
“ Ah, fairest maiden, thine beauty doth maketh mine loins stir, and mine cup runneth over. Wayne Gerard Trotman
