Skilled cataphiles elude police by ducking into corridors or moving in the dark.

If melancholy humours most abound, The dreams distractive, and the sleep unsound, And Hypochondriac megrims start and twitch, Black spirits rise, and temptingly bewitch, Ten drops of poppy nectar, freshly pressed, Will lay the peccant agitants at rest.

The boy played with a model of a World War II fighter plane.

[…] the government must be a weak one indeed, if it should forget that the good of the whole can only be promoted by advancing the good of each of the parts or members which compose the whole.