As my horse crashed into him I struck at his pate with my pistol.
Ay, leeks is goot:—Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.
I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days.
He applies the cudgel as vigorously to the priest's pate as to the Lolardes back.
Once he's got anything wedged in his pate there's no knocking it out.