простое

‘He hardly drinks a pint of wine,
And that, I doubt, is no good sign.
His stomach too begins to fail:
Last year we thought him strong and hale,
But now, he’s quite another thing;
I wish he may hold out till spring.’

Then hug themselves, and reason thus;
‘It is not yet so bad with us.’

(пребендарий Свифт)

(В кровавой рогоже,

На полной подводе…)

— Все то же, Сережа.

— Все то же, Володя.

(МЦ)