The day the act was passed the nation celebrated, perhaps unsurprisingly, by getting completely stoated.

And we have yet large day; for scarce the sun / Hath finish'd half his journey, and scarce begins / His other half in the great zone of heaven.

Can he have fainted from loss of blood? said Bluff, still having in mind a picture of a woodsman who had severed an artery by a misblow of his ax.

[…] being intent mousingly on getting every last little cheesy crumb of detail, and peacefully unaware of deep, rich stores concealed in her own family.