The North American Indian brave on the war path was as vain of his war paint and aureole of feathers as Beau Brummell in all his glory was vain of his clothes and his wig.

The grove was varied by a plantation of rose trees, a few pinasters, and a multitude of winding paths.

[…] if many of them that vse the meanes of saluation, shall not bee saued, where shall wilfull Recusants, obstinate absenters, and carelesse contemners of the Word, appeare?

Best sing it to the tune of light o' love.