I see thee still, / And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood.

I myself was, about two years since, strangely cured of a violent quotidian, which all the wonted method of physick had not so much abated, by applying to my wrists a mixture of two handfuls of bay-salt, two handfuls of the freshest English hops, and a quarter of a pound of blue currants […]

Each had been given two dollars. Enough money to fill a good sized paper sack with a mix of sparklers, crackers, “dago bombs,” and “nigger chasers.”

O my lord the Sultan, said the other [the Wazir], verily women be weakly of wits, and haply this goodwife cometh hither to complain before thee against her goodman or some of her people.