Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd […]

The trampling steede, with gold and purple trapt, Chawing the fomie bit, there fercely stood.

At the church sociables he used to hop around among them, chipping and chirping like a dicky-bird picking up seed; and he was a great hand to play the piano, and sing saddish, sweetish songs to them.

The five others nearby likewise made ready to serve as invocators—instruments and voices harrumphing as would a body of minstrels in preparation for some performance.