Here he buried himself in a close-printed, thickish volume which had been his chosen browse for some time.

‘We envy’ (saith Isocrates) ‘wise, just, honest men […]’ though they be otherwise vicious, unhonest; we love them, favour them, and are ready to do them any good office for their beauty's sake, though they have no other good quality beside.

She was nosing around other people’s business.

We were ape over the new look.