Then cry, a hall, a hall! Come, father Rosin, with your fiddle now.

I dug with my bare hands through the bullshit where beneath I discovered a womyn. She was an incredibly angry womyn, but a womyn nonetheless.

He stroke so hugely with his borrowd blade, / That it empierst the Pagans burganet, / And cleauing the hard steele, did deepe inuade / Into his head […]

The result was “Eloise,” published in 1955 and a best seller the next year, and its continuingly popular sequels.