About three years ago, Mr. Gulliver growing weary of the Concourſe of curious People coming to him at his Houſe in Redriff, made a ſmall Purchaſe of Land, with a convenient Houſe, near Newark in Nottinghamſhire, his native Country; where he now lives retired, yet in good eſteem among his Neighbours.

The starched pinafore with the wide frills on each shoulder, which she always wore over her grey frock, was removed, and the frock itself changed for her best navy blue serge.

As far as the guys' hit-it-and-quit-it philosophy with women, after all they'd gone through, they'd finally changed their perspectives.

For she doted upon their paramours, whose flesh is as the flesh of asses, and whose issue is like the issue of horses.