They that but now, for honour and for plate, / Made the sea blush with blood, resign their hate.

I know a society who will pay you a big fat sum if you'll sign over them eyes for post-mortem laboratory work.

Welcome, welcome, my good Evangeliſt, the ſight of thy countenance brings to my remembrance, thy ancient kindneſs, and unwearied labouring for my eternal good.

A piece of debris tore a tiny straight channel through the satellite.