When that the poore haue cry'de, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff

To see their faces brighten and to hear their 'Thanks Cobber, that was bonzer!' was a joy

The rioters firebombed the parked car.

[T]his secret having taken air, the old Israelite had contrived a scheme to separate them for ever; and they being apprized of his intention, had found means to elope from his house […].