Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd […]

The five others nearby likewise made ready to serve as invocators—instruments and voices harrumphing as would a body of minstrels in preparation for some performance.

The trampling steede, with gold and purple trapt, Chawing the fomie bit, there fercely stood.

At the church sociables he used to hop around among them, chipping and chirping like a dicky-bird picking up seed; and he was a great hand to play the piano, and sing saddish, sweetish songs to them.