My assailant stood a little; in the thick darkness I could see him bob and sidle as though he were feinting at me for an advantageous onfall.

Phyſitions deafen our eares with the Honorificabilitudinitatibus of their heauenly Panachæa their ſoueraigne Guiacum, their gliſters, their triacles, their mithridates of fortie ſeuerall poyſons compacted, their bitter Rubarbe, and tortuting Stibium.

I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

[…] this motive appears to have been always exoteric, namely, a love of order and tranquility, or an unwillingness to give unnecessary offence.