Some men there are loue not a gaping Pigge: / Some that are mad, if they behold a Cat: / And others, when the bag-pipe sings i’th nose, / Cannot containe their Vrine for affection.

Don Torrey gives the picture originally of a shaggy-headed footballish fellow making a slave of the old piano.

The seals in the harbor looked better than they smelled.

Admiral: What mean you by flakes? Captain: They are only those several circles or rounds of the roapes or cables, that are quoiled up round.