Let me cook up some eggs and bacon before you go.

One seldom hears a text sung in which 50 per cent of the lines are not mere fill-outs — either, on the mechanical level, excuses for rhymes or scansion or, on a more justifiable level, additions of emotional weight by mere reiteration of intellectual points already made.

[R]ods strong enough, long enough and big enough for clo'-props to try and find another of these wonderful fish.

The ſame mã ſawe in a vyſion evydently aboute the nynthe houre of the daye the angell of god commynge in vnto hym […]