When I arrived within sight or hearing of the army, it again harrowed up my melancholy feelings that had subsided on my journey.

I was in such a hurry that I put my underpants on back to front.

It's a nice night, and I’da darned sight rather take a walk out than see you work yourself into a fit of the screaming abdabs. I don't blame you, ...

The King swears; and now be the welkin split with vivats[.]