Well, no matter, 'twill serve to sweep the chimney.

Thus a partizan met with a pair of garden shears.

Come, all's good for something; 'twill serve to nip off little twigs and destroy caterpillars.

The staff of a halberd got the blade of a scythe, which made it look like a hermaphrodite.
Happy-be-lucky, 'tis all a case; 'twill serve for some mower.

Oh, 'tis a great blessing to put our trust in the Lord! As we went back to our ships I spied behind I don't know what bush, I don't know what folks, doing I don't know what business, in I don't know what posture, scouring I don't know what tools, in I don't know what manner, and I don't know what place..