Go where you will, there is Mizzle, if it be in the wrong place for Mizzle's presence.

Let's mizzle, then; for I must get back to Asnires early, or else my brother Martial will smell summut.

Pass a stick through the key-hole, and it's Mizzle's eye that suffers the detriment.

Though I said in my last—wot wos true—I was jest on the mizzle for town.

You could mizzle in through the shop, run upstairs, pop through the door, downstairs next door and out through the back yard.

Let me advise you to mizzle, for, if you don't, I'm blowed if I don't divide a whole jug of cold water equally amongst you.

Mizzle could not resist a joke—no matter how unsuitable the time or dreadful the consequences.

What business had Mizzle there in Switzerland, lurking near the walls of Altorf?