Must she be forc’d, t’exclaime th’iniurious wrong? Offred by him, whom she hath lou’d so long? Nay, I will tell, and I durst almost sweare, Edward will blush, when he his fault shall heare.

Here was my chance. I took the old man aside, and two or three glasses of Old Crow launched him into reminiscence.

I am about to go into full grammarnazi mode but it's not personal.

In that case we would be better off maximizing, or perhaps mediumizing, the numbers of postulated changes.