Egad, you carry a bene blink aloft. Come to the ken alone—no! my blowen; did not I tell you I should bring a pater cove, to chop up the whiners for Dawson?

Praise her but for this her without-door form, Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight.

Now and then a dumbledore or ‘busy bee’ as they are called by some, propelled itself across our path, they being extremely large and heavy this year.

… a reminder of how many factors, unknown to or unrealised by the passenger in the train, may be having their effect on its running. (not realised may have been better here)