For when Robin Hood caught a baron or a squire, or a fat abbot or bishop, he brought them to the greenwood tree and feasted them before he lightened their purses.

This blue Camaro looked bad, sounded worse and would run like a raped ape. I have no idea what-all-else Wayne did to this car, but it was a six-cylinder that would walk away from every car I came against.

[…] She was layin' up under that shade tree with her hand in 'er panties, a ticklin' her teetee so hard she was fair tremblin' all over.

to reclaim the spendthrift from his dissipation and extravagance