Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch.

The trail passes along on high ground—say a thousand feet above sea level.

Halfe furious vnto his foe he came, / Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win, / Or soone to lose, before he once would lin ….

[…] heralding, this season, an end of the most awful of all apparel abominations, that most despicable of all deplorables, the ankle sock.