[…] the doors were gold Which shut the palace fast; silver the posts Rear’d on a brazen threshold, and above, The lintels, silver, architraved with gold.

The mayoral seal was applied to all official correspondence of the mayor.

Small slobs of things, wet and sticky, which Peggy herself distastefully mouthed out from her cavity, biting the cord which bound them to her, swallowing it, then licking the puppies clean one by one.

This firſt avovv'd; nor Folly vvarp'd my Mind, / Nor the frail Texture of the Female Kind / Betray'd my Vertue: […]