Polonius: Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? // Ophelia: I do not know, my lord, what I should think. // Polonius: Marry, I'll teach you. Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or — not to crack the wind of the poor phrase Running it thus — you'll tender me a fool. Herein, the Bard plays with the word tender most liberally. The boldened instance of the word is that which pertains to the instant sense.

In truth, a purpose always is fulfill'd, / When hodiernal miracles are will'd; / They still proclaim the Being Personal / Who moves behind accomplishing them all.

The knee-length mail shirt was called a hauberk or habergeon. But these shirts of mail didn't protect the legs. So, during the twelfth century, many soldiers began wearing mail pieces attached by leather on the front of their legs.

The little rail-enclosed plots that lay between the pavements and the hotels were magpied with torn paper […]