And pray, sir, what do [you] think of Miss Morland's gown? / It is very pretty, madam, said he, gravely examining it; but I do not think it will wash well; I am afraid it will fray.

Some there be also, that are mislikers of the godly reformation in religion now established; wishing indeed that there were no preachers at all […]

Oh, she wants to moan with pain, thinking of Richard lying down on the sunbaking rock, naked as well.

The winds were silent, all the waves asleep, And heaven was trac'd upon the flattering deep