But the hands of them that beat him became dry and the hands of the provost also, in such wise that they might not bewield them.

Yet still he wasted, as the snow congealed, / When the bright sunne his beams thereon doth beat ….

I attended their concert first, so that was what gingered me to continue this school.

[…] giving him a calebash, and the best part of a bottle of my rum, I desired him to run to the creek, and make me some grog, and this he did; but the poor fellow, never having made grog before, poured in all the spirits and but very little water, doubtless thinking, that the stronger it was the better; which beverage I swallowed to the bottom, without taking time to taste it, and I became instantly so much intoxicated that I could hardly keep my feet.