Here be two arblasts, comrades, with windlaces and quarrells — to the barbican with you, and see you drive each bolt through a Saxon brain.

Footwear which tried to make you take steps twenty-one miles long imposed unfortunate groinal strains...

The Cantharides have some part in them, which by a contrarietie of nature serveth as an antidot or counterpoison against their poison[…].

Behold, I set before you this day a blessing and a curse: A blessing, if ye obey the commandments of the LORD your God which I command you this day. and a curse if ye will not obey the commandments of the LORD your God but turn aside out of the way which I command you this day, to go after other gods which ye have not not known.