All future disturbations would desist; The roote cut off, from whence these tumults rose

It would have barber-chaired on him. The little ones had barber-chaired but they weren't split up very high.

It is like, that the brain of man waxeth moister and fuller upon the full of the moon: …

One evening, during evening work, Charlie was trying hard to do the verses which had been set to his form. […] Wilton, whose conduct had been more impertinent than that of any one else, said to Charlie— “I say, young Evson, how you are grinding.” “I have these verses to do,” said Charlie simply.