Kasparov might be the world best chess-player, but Deep Blue clearly outthought him in this match.

[H]owe Dorbell comes to bee doctour none aſks, but doctour hee muſt bee to make him right worſhipfull.

When I came to the saw-mill at Brække, the sky was overcast, it was already growing dark, only above the level of the north-western horizon there appeared a streak of light, which threw a subdued glimmer on the tranquil surface of the mill-pond.

The fugitive vaulted the fence to escape.