Judging from the autobiographical texts of these three authors, Natives often mixed assimilation with a degree of disassimilation.

Not all horses are trotting horses.

Her Minerva#English's] seres struck through Achilles' tent, and closely she instill'd / Heaven's most-to-be-desired feast to his great breast, and fill'd / His sinews with that sweet supply, for fear unsavoury fast / Should creep into his knees.

The flagon of wine and the Wardon pie, what have they come to? Vin ordinaire in a wooden mug, and a quashy mess of baking pears under a pie-crust of the middle ages?