[…] with suffocation, dyspnea, cold sweats, paleness of the face, algor of the extremities, etc., […]

I wanted that car. Also, these things are crazy on the road. Front wheel suspension, tons of ponies, but best of all, it has a tape deck.

In dress making Ram Rutton certainly excelled; but, from a curious idiosyncracy or obtuseness of intellect, he could not be made to comprehend the unities, nor how an epiploce could be so graduated as to superinduce tears artificial; yet would he weep like an infant when mulcted for unauthorised absence from his professional labours.

For me I am the miſtreſſe of my fate, / And with my treſpaſſe neuer will diſpence, / Till life to death acquit my forſt offence.