They [the Nabobs] raised the price of everything in their neighbourhood, from fresh eggs to rotten boroughs.

Fresh eggs, grits in the morning, red beans for lunch, smoked sausage we're getting.

We do recognize the fact that the share price at the moment is rotten, ... There's some disconnect between our company's growth and the share price.

The eggers destroy all the eggs that are sat upon, to force the birds to lay fresh eggs, and by robbing them regularly compel them to lay until nature is exhausted, and so but few young ones are raised.

After Sept. 11, they got bruised here in San Francisco. They had all their eggs in this basket.

When some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St Paul's.