I need to wee! I can't hold it any longer!

The ball cracked the window.

You all have undoubtedly noticed men in the rural pursuits tweedling along through life and finally end it all identical with what it was when they began: no better, no worse.

[F]or certes, ſayes he, / I haue already choſen my officer, and what was he? / Forſooth, a great Arithmeticion, …