Th' incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in

to thrack a man with property

At last I'm down to the nitty-gritty, my original birthday suit. Where do I put my hands? I need pockets.

[…] she dismissed these queasy impressions as part of her dream and tried to roll over, when she felt a clammy hand flutter down atop her pum-pum and brush it ecstatically […]