Divest yourselves of your imbonity, incogitancy, and malversation; bonity is impetrable; perpend your long-inquity from eupathy, and the inenarrable sequences of your impreparation for the apropinquating catastrophe.

Certainly they had brought with them some rotten hippo–meat, which couldn’t have lasted very long, anyway, even if the pilgrims hadn’t, in the midst of a shocking hullabaloo, thrown a considerable quantity of it overboard.

England disappeared so quickly. Soon there was nothing but sea. […] I sat down to watch the spot where my country dissolved. It was there, etched on to my eyes like an afterview of the sun.

No expostulations! No buts, girl! No qualifyings, I will be obeyed, I tell you; and chearfully too!