Certes (ſayd he) I n’ill thine offred grace, / Ne to be made ſo happy doe intend[…].

The softer sex now come into our sight, Robed in their garbs of fashion heteroclite; Superimposed by their headgear pennigerous, Gaily bedecked with stuffs bombycinous, In radiant pulchritude their ways pursuing, Each novel fashion hypercritically viewing.

[…] she glanced about her in an imperious, challenging sort of way, with looks and gestures that clearly were unstudied.

Unknown thinking, typing, and netlag times make it impossible to tell [whether a participant in online chat is fully attentive].