Thou wert well-nee moidered [footnote: Distracted.] wi' me, I know, but it thou'd telled me, Mary, I mun do better or else we mun goo our sere-ways [footnote: Different ways.], belike I should a done better. I'm nobbut a mon, Mary, a lundy day-tale mon [footnote: Clumsy day-labourer.].

(Heaven’s mother send us grace) As if thro’ a dungeon grate he peer’d With broad and burning face.

Oh no, Benj and Kay are arguing about pasta recipes in the groupchat again.

The objects of desire and the brief period of endazzlement by the same, together with the discord in the bodily conditions brought about through violent passions, all this has long ago disappeared; […]