Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

That which is dead, or corrupted; or excerned, hath antipathy with the same thing when it is alive and sound, and with those parts which do excern.

Otherwheres and Otherwhens: Excerpts from a Gazetteer of Collective Remembering and Forgetting

(If this gives anyone an idea for a really evil humorfic, yay.)