a shelter at the bus stop with glazed sides and rear

If any man offend not (stumbles not, is not tripped up) in word, the same is a perfect man.

Go, you cot-quean, go. Get you to bed!

Yet we need not introduce Præexiſtence to ſolve the miſfortune, nor father this their infelicity on the miſcarriages of a former ſtate, to prevent daring reflections on Providence, as if that were the Autrix of it;