'Od's bud, man, you have lived two centuries too late.

What would not your thews have been worth before gunpowder put all men upon a level!' 'Wunderbar!' growled Buyse, 'wunderbar! I am past my prime, young sir, and may well resign the palm of strength to you.

It was a right noble stroke.

It hath cost me a runlet or two of canary, and a good old helmet; but I grudge it not, for it was fairly done.

I am thankful that my head was not darin.