[Moses] did not only […] at three Years old cast a Crown, [given] him for a Play-toy, to the Ground, and trample it under his Feet; but as the Apostle says here, when he came to be a Man, he treated it with no more Respect, but refused to be called the Son of Pharaoh’s Daughter.

[…] Nevertheleſs there was no ſo much care, labour, ſtudy, and diligence employed on our Party, by them, our ſelf, and other, for attaining your Grace's Purpoſe, but there was as much done by others for the lett and empeachment of the ſame; […]

Last week a group of four high-spirited folksters known as the Weavers had succeeded in shouting, twanging and crooning folk singing out of its cloistered corner.

When you think about all she's done for the sport, it's kind of sad, but she's completely lost it over the past few years.