When the Philistines tooke the Arke of God, they brought it into the house of Dagon, and set it by Dagon.

This was absurd for a person who... had never before had such unrestricted access to the fleshpots. The fleshpots were full, under Donald Mesh's roof, and his wife could easily believe that the poor girl would not be in a hurry to return to her boarding-house in Brooklyn.

I saw a man riding by that rode a little way upon the road with me last night; and he ,being going with venison in his panyards to London[…]

But oh! the gay world is a vainful scene, And sorrow soon scorches its flowery green, […]