Let's not rehash what we did last night.

Her hair , once black , was now confined under a kercher

[H]is industrious yoke-fellow executed every circumstance of the plan she had projected; so that, when he recovered his vision, he was an utter stranger in his own house.

They rode, but authors having not / Determin'd whether pace or trot, / That is to say, whether tollutation, / As they do term't, or succussation […]