Thou seest but the order and policie of this little Cell [translating caveau] wherein thou art placed[…].

It's not a good idea to undertip your waitress.

The hospital strictly monitored the advertising materials the bulimics and anorexics were allowed to see.

Of course if there was no heaven, the question was moot, and the idea of this heavenless existence, this heavenless cosmology, was where what remained of her faith seemed more and more at home.