She'd drink the gin fust and give him her ten commandments artervards, when she'd aggerawated him to try it on.

Then for some reason the higher powers would not let us go and look at the kittens, the dear little blind kittens in the outhouse. […] Only after a dispute in which Joan threatened to go the way of Peter was just a glimpse conceded. And they were softer and squealier and warmer than anything one had ever imagined.

If to apprehend Chriſte be vnderſtanded, to dvvell in Chriſte, and to haue him dvvell in vs, it is not true that Chriſte is apprehended in that ſorte, by onely faith vvithout charitie. […] He apprehendeth Chriſte truely, that cleaueth vnto Chriſt, and the glue vvhereby the ſovvle is fastned vnto Chriſte, ſaith S. Auguſtine, is charitie: […]

'Press tits at four thirty a.m.'