Nay, speak not so hastily; consider well the point; take me feature by feature, forgetting not my form, and my hands and feet, and my hair, and the whiteness of my skin, and then tell me truly, hast thou ever known a woman who in aught, ay, in one little portion of her beauty, in the curve of an eyelash even, or the modelling of a shell-like ear, is justified to hold a light before my loveliness?

The noise of the conflict, the shouting and roar of an uncounted multitude of men in the heat and fury of combat, not to more than mention the evidences of the conflict—arrows, bolts, and stones in overflight and falling in remittent showers—would have dispersed them in ordinary mood; but they were under protection—the Madonna was leading them—to be afraid was to deny her saving grace.

Shall we go nim a horse, Tom,—what dost think? […] Nim? yes, yes, yes, let's nim with all my heart; I see no harm in nimming, for my part; […] Were it my lord mayor's hourse—I'd nim it first. [...A horse] they stole, or, as they called it, nimmed, Just as the twilight all the landscape dimmed. […] What is most likely, is that both these elves Were, in like manner, halter-nimmed themselves.

The police widened their enquiries.