Soupes dorye. — Take gode almaunde mylke [...] caste þher-to Safroun an Salt [...]
Around the door are generally to be seen, laughing and gossiping, clusters of old salts.
I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, or a Cook.
Though we are justices and doctors and churchmen [...] we have some salt of our youth in us.
Attic salt
I out and bought some things; among others, a dozen of silver salts.
His statements must be taken with a grain of salt.
Ye are the salt of the earth.
salt beef; salt tears
Philander went into the next room[...]and came back with a salt mackerel that dripped brine like a rainstorm. Then he put the coffee pot on the stove and rummaged out a loaf of dry bread and some hardtack.