He was so surprised, he literally jumped twenty feet in the air.

Three of the maids of honour ſent to countermand their birth-day cloaths; two of them burnt all their collections of novels and romances, and ſent to a bookſeller’s in Pall-mall to buy each of them a bible, and Taylor’s holy living and dying.

He ſaid, I am the voice of one crying in the wilderneſſe: Make ſtraight the way of the Loꝛd, as ſaid the Pꝛophet Eſaias.

Night […] with black air / Accompanied, with damps and dreadful gloom.