Deſcend ye nine! deſcend and ſing; / The breathing inſtruments inſpire, / VVake into voice each ſilent ſtring, / And ſvveep the ſounding lyre!

Like to nine tailors, who, if rightly spelled, Into one man are monosyllabled.

"Will you all allow me to coitize you? Now, traditionally, the man is viewed as the coitizer and the woman as the coitized one.

Wall, they spoke up, 'n' says to her, s'd they, Why, look a-here, aunty, Wus't his skin, 't was rock? so s's she, I guess not. (Well, they spoke up and says to her, said they, Why look a-here, aunty, was it his skin that was rock [referring to the Apostle Peter]? So says she, I guess not.)