The light was so bright that for a moment he was blinded.
Who dyes the vtmoſt dolor doth abye, / But who that liues, is lefte to waile his loſſe: / So life is loſſe, and death felicity.
The mayor rewarded his cronies with cushy plums, requiring little work for handsome pay.
to eat scrimply because of poverty
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