[…] the Stone in my Fathers Body was so immense, that I’ve wonder’d it did not bunch up behind, and make him have a Hump-back, or at least overpoise him in walking, and drag him backward with its incredible weight.

...which closely resembles the golden chanterelle, except that it is white and slightly larger; the gillless chanterelle...

Postal workers are set to walk out tomorrow if contract negotiations fail.

He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined, —which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised, —to the court I’'ll knock her back, foot her home again.