Or Starrs of Morning, Dew-Drops, which the Sun / Impearls on every leaf and every flouer.

Methods of applying pain were many and ingenious, in particular the ways of twisting, stretching and manipulating the body out of shape, normally falling under the catch-all term of the rack, or the brakes.

Dear God, Edward was so wrong. Not, thank God, about winning the battle; for that was the battle that they called Lose-coat Field, when the bare-footed fools fighting for a lack-wit king were in such a rush to run away that they dropped their weapons and even their coats to escape from the charge led by my husband who was fighting his way through them, to keep his promise to me, to come home in time to bring me peaches and samphire. No, he was wrong about the loyalty of Warwick and George his brother, who – it turned out – had planned and paid for the uprising and hadd decided this time to be certain of Edward's defeat.

Get you to bed, drab, courage Or l'll so crab your shoulders!