Conſcience only, that can ſee without Light, ſits in the Areopagy and dark Tribunal of our Hearts, ſurveying our Thoughts and condemning their obliquities[…]

And because I was so quiet and mopy my stepdaddy Winn would get great kicks out of tickling me till I almost had a spasm.

Hilloa, brother, quoth [Friar] Tuck, let me aid thee. So saying, he took the key from the other's hand and quickly opened the door with a turn of it.

It is somewhat remarkable that none of bishop Ridley’s sermons have come down to us.