Credit me, fairest lady, said the knight, that such is the cunning of our English courtiers of the hodiernal strain, that, as they have infinitely refined upon the plain and rusticial discourse of our fathers, … so I hold it ineffably and unutterably improbable, that those who may succeed us in that garden of wit and courtesy shall alter or amend it.[]

Seeing as we've got four people, let's play doubles.

I bequeath my farm to my brother John on condition that he bequeath it to his son Peter. The farm is entailed or burdened by a fideicommissum.

If Mr. [Thomas Stearns] Eliot is only intermittently and at times sciolistically a psychologist in his effort toward a scientific method, one must observe also that at the very basis of his attitude, where it is most explicit, in the essay called The Perfect Critic, he is least scientific.