an evil beast; an evil plant; an evil crop

Giue me thy knife, I will inſult on him, Flattering my ſelfes, as if it were the Moore, Come hither purpoſely to poyſon me.

The old man chuckled. “Well, you can bandy twenty-five cent words all you want, but— Say! we’ve never had a talk like this before, have we? […] ”

The refusal to maintain such a navy would invite trouble, and if trouble came would insure disaster.