[…] they that think to be wiser then other men, are by so much verier fools then others, and so are discerned to be.

I would coax my Husband to buy a House in London, & build a Cottage on Dymerchion Hill: the Situation is demidivine, and it would be his own.

The doctor's scrawled signature was almost unreadable.

Now this door, which had been left ajar by Polly when she ran off, opened into a little courtyard where the fowls were shut in at night; the woodhouse and the privy also stood there.