Jeeves: Good afternoon, madam. Landlady: Don't you good afternoon me. I'm a respectable woman. Jeeves: I have no reason to doubt it, madam.

[…]have woke out of dreams, mayhap in which the beloved was smiling on you, whispering love-words-oh! how sweet and fondly remembered!

Pit 3, the tomb of Simoniacs, is perforated throughout bottom and sides with round holes, 'purses' in which these money-sinners are imbursed from sight, head downward and within the earth, while their feet writhe without, licked by the fire which torments offenders directly against God.

That's not a good deal; it's a skank.