For in the Church of God sometimes it cometh to pass as in over-battle grounds, the fertile disposition whereof is good. ― Hooker.

That chump wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

This Amanda refused and was about shipping to the other side, when the gentleman sprang out, clasped her in his arms, lifted her in, whistled to his horse and the next moment was flying about like mad …

Probably it was less painful to have white whelks than red carbuncles and bubukles.