The varlet at his plaint was grieu'd so sore, / That his deepe wounded hart in two did riue[…].

Put up your pocket-book and your keelyvine pen then, for I downa speak out an' ye hae writing materials in your hands

The bellydancer oozed towards our table, her cuplike navel apout.

The ink splattered blottoes on the wall. The door closed precipitately. Screaming, Told those monkeys to stay out unless I said come in! The door opened and the jet brunette with the perfect profile minced in wearing a look of critical suffering.