I therefore often begged his Favour to let me go among the Herds of Yahoos in the Neighbourhood, to which he always very graciouſly conſented, being perfectly convinced, that the Hatred I bore thoſe Brutes, would never ſuffer me to be corrupted by them; […]

Lord love you, can not, cannot you at last give comfort to two honest hearts ?

He glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

2003: We went out into the streets of Zafaraniya, travelling in the usual two-Humvee convoy, complete with gunners. — The New Yorker, 24 Nov 2003