I am quick to love, and quick to hate and 'fore God I am loth to part.
Up goes the black flag, and the skull and crossbones to the fore.
Fore and aft were circular partitions of steel, like drumheads.
Then I should hae objections—mair nor ane—to put to the fore!
"Guess I'd pulled eberyting 'fore the ants got over," suggested Willie.
He fell over a baby carriage, and ...