I ſent you of his fæces there, calcin'd. / Out of that calx, I'ha'vvonne the ſalt of Mercurie.

Some people can indeed do much of their narrating in a nattery manner, verbalizing whatever pops into their heads in the same basic disorder. Chatterboxes, we call them: motor-mouths.

Your rights and charters hobnailed into slush.

And it be further enacted, That if it shall appear to the comptroller that any payments of quit rents or certificates given for the remission of quit rent in pursuance of any former law of the state shall have been credited by mistake to the wrong patent or lot, […] it shall be the duty of the comptroller on discovering the same, to rectify all such mistakes […]