If thou return not, Gammer o'er her pail Will sing in sorrow, 'neath the brinded cow, And Gaffer sigh over his nut-brown ale […]

And the green of the caparison of the horse, and of his rider, was as green as the leaves of the fir-tree, and the yellow was as yellow as the blossom of the broom.

The terrors of the law were the intermination of curses upon all those that ever broke any of the least commandments

Nurse Cramer's face blanched and she turned to Dunbar desperately for aid.