Don't touch the pie! It's piping hot, straight out of the oven.

Ellen brought him one of her dust-caps, and went into contortions of mirth, which she found it impossible to control, when she saw him put it on before the mirror as grotesquely as he could.

Given his father’s ghastly demise, one would not expect such glee from the ascendant to his throne.

The example of sundry churches […] doth sway much.