I kneed you, I said, and I gave him a dead leg.

Wherefore things falling off by degrees from the highest Perfection, it will be no uneven or unproportionable step, if descending from the Top of this outward Creation […]

the ancients did hide a light , and keep it in a dark lanthorn from the temeration of ruder handlings and popular preachers

I was just starting to groove to the band when we had to leave.