I myself was, about two years since, strangely cured of a violent quotidian, which all the wonted method of physick had not so much abated, by applying to my wrists a mixture of two handfuls of bay-salt, two handfuls of the freshest English hops, and a quarter of a pound of blue currants […]

I see thee still, / And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood.

O my lord the Sultan, said the other [the Wazir], verily women be weakly of wits, and haply this goodwife cometh hither to complain before thee against her goodman or some of her people.

Each had been given two dollars. Enough money to fill a good sized paper sack with a mix of sparklers, crackers, “dago bombs,” and “nigger chasers.”