That writing is but juſt like dice, / And lucky mains make people wiſe: / That jumbled words, if fortune throw 'em, / Shall, well as Dryden, form a poem; […]

My mother is dead. She died last year. Damned funny Y-shaped coffin they buried her in.

permanganate of potash ― potassium permanganate

And who did neither time nor study spare / To keep this book untainted, unperplext, / Let in gross errors to corrupt the text […]