The red wine, sadly, lacked body.

[…] she [Queen Mab] comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;

The pathogeny of yellow fever is unsettled.

The girl, with eyebrows arched aloofly, continued to glance about the street[.]