Along its bank a salipenter, the colour of the mud, sped furtively, its eyes on some domestic fowls picking at the verge of the mud hole.

hauing the said deedes, euidences, muniments, terriers, and writinges in their hands[…]

unconveyable thoughts

Who knows but that such age-old customs, rooted in dark, immemorial country lore and probably of pagan origin, may not put shallow urban meliorists out of countenance?.