This pretyphoid state needs further investigation.

I write not this with the leaſt intention to undervalue the other parts of Poetry: for Comedy is both excellently inſtructive, and extreamly pleaſant: […]

Truth to tell, her men are a parade of tricks and micro-pimps with nary a backbone betwixt them, and she's virtually unmarriable: a hoe-bag to end all hoe-bags who can't figure out why no man wants to take her as his wife.

For seven years she and her father, and her father-in-law, remained estranged, till old Santa-Pia Capulet lay on his death bed, still adamant in his political convictions, recalcitrant against the orders of the state (on emancipation), and unrelenting toward his daughter, the dead Romeo, and old Montague; and so he died, with only a vague gesture of forgiveness toward Fidelia, though Campos (Prince Escalus) had been trying all the while to bring about a reconciliation.