Passing through a grove of kukui trees, with their silver-gray leaves, and then through a valley, they would have reached sugarcane fields, their stalks as tall as a man and densely clumped together.

He could still climb a scaffold like a monkey, still drive a ten-penny nail with one measured, massive, dead-on blow.

17 Sept 2016, 19:53:52, Malachi Martin, “Another teenaper pulls bb gun on the police”, in soc.culture.african.american, Usenet:

Your Wife Octavia, with her modeſt eyes, / […] ſhall acquire no Honour / Demuring vpon me: