If we'd known about that two or three weeks ago, had him under obbo – assuming we could afford that – we could be looking at a serious result by now.

Which elſe to ſeveral Sphears thou muſt aſcribe, Mov'd contrarie with thwart obliquities, Or ſave the Sun his labour, and that ſwift Nocturnal and Diurnal rhomb ſuppos'd, Inviſible elſe above all Starrs, the Wheele Of Day and Night; […]

We are having a difficult time making head against this wind.

To a good golfer a shank is disgracefuller than being dead drunk or in jail.