His gall did grate for griefe and high diſdaine, / And knitting all his force got one hand free, / Wherewith he grypt her gorge with ſo great paine, / That ſoone to looſe her wicked bands did her co[n]ſtraine.

doleful accents of interminated judgments

There being a censor of public morals I will refrain from giving that worthy warrior's reply when he had digested this astounding piece of information; it is sufficient to say that it did not encourage further conversation, nor did it soothe our hero's nerves.

Melted ice cream just isn't as much fun to eat.