[…] For unto them only are his heavenly verities known, to whom he withsaveth to open them.

Sylphs! if at noon the Fritillary droops, / With drops nectarous hang her nodding cups […] .

The increased demand for this preparation within the last few weeks tends to show the intimate connection between the disease quarter-evil and rainfall.

Seems like I heard a whippoorwill callinʼ, and I thought to myself, Go on away from here, weʼll whip ole Will when we find him.