There, fann’d by me, lewd Faction’s quick’ning flame / Inſpires my duteous Children to defame / Thoſe Laws of Freedom which ſo long have ſtood, / Fix’d in the cement of Britannia’s blood. / There, my ſubverting Delegates diſplay / The madding pride of Democratic ſway.

acuminate leaves, teeth, etc.

The air was frosty; I could see my breath and walked quickly with my hands in my pockets.

Who's still using a typewriter in this day and age?