For to forlighten with his sheen / Those sitting sad, in darkest blindness, / In death's cold shade.

[W]hen the money is coined it is not allowed to go out of the mint until pixed; that is, until it had been ascertained, by the assay of one piece taken out of each journeyweight of coin, that it is of standard purity: […]

John was awkward at performing the trick. He'll have to practice to improve.

When things weren't going Alison's way at work — some editor wanted something changed or her computer bombed again — she'd cuss and yell at whoever happened to be in the way.