Lord Cavendish, which shows you the sorry state of our once proud empire when an old sot like me is made a knight.

I suppose I'll have to whack that old sot a time or two, if he forgot to tell you.

I couldn't think of anything to say hut the unsay able: Why did you leave, you worthless old sot?

The old sot had been beating some wench not much older than his son.

"He was such a penitent old sot," she explained.

"Does not poor Crabbe resent being called an old sot?"

"Just as long as she does not call you an old sot!"

When he chooses to be, my father can be a likeable old sot, after all.

Probably the old sot died in a fit, or of too much brandy.

It's not my fault the old sot can't hold his liquor.