All the same, there's no way I can tell my story without describing the sin of firkytoodling, as sexual play was known in the sixteenth century.

[…] they had entred the fort with our own men, which were then busied in setting Corne, their armes beeing then in driefats & few ready.

The electorate was in an unforgiving mood.

The sly, slow hours shall not determinate / The dateless limit of thy dear exile.