a piece of machinery

[…] and a thud at the foot of the tree, would tell of the premature decease of a promising rooklet.

Sir said Epynegrys is þᵗ the rule of yow arraunt knyghtes for to make a knyght to Iuste will he or nyll As for that sayd Dynadan make the redy for here is for me And there with al they spored theyr horses & mett to gyders soo hard that Epynegrys smote doune sir Dynadan

By this thirst are we taught that in the universality of law, nothing is fortuitous or arbitrary of God or mankind ; nothing rewardless or crownless that not so deserves ; nothing that thinks can long remain enslaven to common trivial cyphers, and in the calm assurance of these alone is the scrutiny of intellect in all things justified.