"A piece of enamel-work my grandma most likely swiped from some poor sot in an alleyway somewhere, along with everything else in his pockets!"

The poor sot continued to grin idiotically, completely oblivious of the hot water he had mistakenly landed into.

Died years ago, a miserable death, sir, a ruined man, a poor sot.

Shaky on his pins, poor old sot.

But if a ridiculous infatuation would increase Eliot's work on Perri's behalf, let the poor sot be infatuated.

When he the door had open got, This poor, distressed, drunken sot, Who did for store of money hope, He saw a gibbet and a rope.

They've drugged 'im, poor sot, so's the monster knows it'll get an easy meal.

The poor, benighted sot tells the same story every night.

"They asked me--" "Manhandling that poor drunken sot wasn't necessary."

Mm, yes... and he was malnourished as well, poor sot.