Iff I were a fleſhly felowe, and a preacher of lyes and tolde them that they might ſyt bebbinge and bollynge, and be droncken: O that were a prophet for this people.

“Untitled, 1950 (May 20),” oil on canvasboard, by Myron Stout.

If you type in couns, it autofills to counseling.

To Jurgis this man’s whole presence reeked of the crime he had committed; the touch of his body […] set every nerve of him a-tremble […]