Emma's bridge club had a romping good laugh about the champagne cork lodging in Betty's hair.

…several of the Medusæ, probably all, are diœcious…

The same night, wherein the Pretorship was refused him, he passed over in play.

[…] five years since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her; which was broke off, Partly for that her promised proportions Came short of composition, but in chief For that her reputation was disvalued In levity […]