‘I hope,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that our volatile friend is committing no absurdities in that dickey behind.’ ‘Oh dear, no,’ replied Ben Allen. ‘Except when he’s elevated, Bob’s the quietest creature breathing.’

Some Grecaster about Constantin’s Time translated most of the Latin old Country-Tracts into Greek.

Billy looked up at the face that went with the clogs. It was the face of a blond angel, of a fifteen-year-old boy. The boy was as beautiful as Eve. Billy was helped to his feet by the lovely boy, by the heavenly androgyne.

[I]t will not be deny'd that he may be the competent Judge of a neat picture, or elegant Poem, that cannot limne the like.