… ſome yell'd, ſome ſhriek'd, / Some bent at thee thir fiery darts, while thou / Sat'ſt unappall'd in calm and ſinleſs peace.

Honour and Beautie in the owners armes, / Are weaklie fortreſt from a world of harmes.

to warp space and time

He said, Our whole club is full of shankers. […] This club was infested with shankers, as if they all had a disease. […] The danger in hitting down on the ball with such intensity is that you are likely to shank it.