When they arrived whither they were bent, / He made as if he farther would have went. / But they conſtrain'd him, ſaying, Night is near; / Abide with us; and ſo he tarry'd there.

A king's son, though with the bar sinister on his shield, is at least a match for this marmoset of a marquis.

As an illustration, suppose the number of fixed stars, visible in our best telescopes, to amount to one hundred millions, exclusive of their attendant planets and satellites, and that the Almighty had created as great a number of systems as above stated, in every second of time, during a nonillion of years, they would still be very far short of occupying one nonillionth part of infinite space, admitting them all to be placed at the same distance from each other as the fixed stars!

She will freely admit that she's anally retentive to the point of bonkersdom. There was a dishwasher that we were never allowed to use, goodness knows why, and she used to have a thing about never putting the heating on.