if the spirits of the brain be fuzzled or misaffected by such means at such a time, their children will be fuzzled in the brain

Also bloudletting is good in feuers, whether they be continual or intermittent […]

On once more we swung, bumping uneasily along in the antique narrow-gauge coach, with gloomy woods and gathering night outside, shouts and songs (and quacks) inside—this was not at all the sort of train ordained by the logical strategists in Paris—then grinding to a stop at a mysterious halt which was no more than a nameboard in the pinewoods, without even a footpath leading to it, but nevertheless with a solitary passenger stolidly waiting.

These stories have been handed down from generation to generation in the form of ballads, performed with accompanying music by the kecapi, a kind of zither.