And the men of the gariſon [Douay-Rheims garniſon] anſwered Jonathan and his armour bearer, and ſaid, Come vp to vs, and wee will ſhew you a thing[…]

it is sufficient mortification to any woman to look as old as her mother, which you certainly did when we parted; and I greatly fear the sirocco winds and the blazing suns of Italy have made you resemble a parchment threadpaper at this time.

They cou’d, perhaps, even embrace POVERTY contentedly, rather than submit to any thing diminutive either of their inward Freedom or national Liberty.

We'll get an axe and stave in all these barrels and the liquid will all run out, threatened the man.