So our great God, who (bountious) euer keeps / Heer open Court, and th’ever-bound-les Deeps / Of ſweeteſt Nectar on vs ſtill diſtills / By twenty-times ten thouſand ſundry quills, / Would not our Grandſier to his Boord inuite, / Yer he with Arras his fair houſe had dight, / And, vnder ſtarry State-Cloaths, plaç’t his plates / Fill’d with a thouſand ſugred delicates.

Caroline was silent. Probably standing there, watching with pity. Or maybe she'd left. Why would she stay to watch the gumby climb anyway?

For our Religion where was there a more ignorant, profane, and vitious clergy, learned in nothing but the antiquitie of thir pride, thir covetouſnesſs and ſuperſtition; whoſe unſincere and levenous Doctrine corrupting the people, firſt taught them looſneſs, then bondage

I told him that he was right and that his request was timely, as Simchat Torah, one of the most joyous festivals of the year featuring the hakafot (procession of Torah scrolls), would take place in three weeks.