The Eſtrich (whoſe fethers are fayrer thẽ yᵉ wynges of the ſparow hauke) whẽ he hath layd his egges vpon the grounde, he bredeth them in the duſt, and forgetteth them: ſo that they might be troden with feete, or broken with ſommme wilde beaſt.

Touch with thy flame the lightless lamp of my sorrow.

Why, do not I know you, grannam, and that sugar-loaf?

After the coroner is informed, it's virtually impossible to uninform him!