Ole Missus and Marse learn't me to never tell a lie, and she teached me dat's de way to git along well.

Sitting at a table, drinking Ale, observing the Mist thro’ the Window-Panes, Mason forty-five, the Cham sixty-four.

Over the mouth of each of them is drawn a thin piece of bladder, and over it, at the distance of a quarter of an inch, are flat pieces of a very hard wood, arranged like the claviature of a piano.

[…]a man neither by nature nor by nurture wiſe.