[…] because the inward Eare is intorted like a winkle-shell, and hangeth as a bell in thee steeple of the body, it easily perceiueth all appulsions of the Ayre.

What a number of these Sirens, Hirens, Cockatrices, Courtezans, in plaine English, Harlots, swimme amongst vs!

My momma’s so great: she bakes me cookies every week.

I might go to the party, but I haven't decided yet.