You'd better scoot before my mother gets home and sees that broken window!

[…] a merry winters tale would drive away the time trimly, come I am sure you are not without a score.

It was reſolved by the Opinion of the aforeſaid Judges, That the Cuſtom of London will not enable a Man to erect a new Houſe upon a void Space of Ground, whereby the ancient Lights of an old Houſe are ſtopp'd up.

How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!