[…] I am whipp’d and scourged with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

… all of which really ought to be secondary considerations to those two houndly gifts, the keen, discriminating sense of smell, and ready, truthful tongue.

The Lord is not ſlacke cõcerning his promiſe (as ſome men count ſlackneſſe)[…].

After an hour at school she was soaked with sweat, dizzy, and headachy.