Music itself was untuned, corrupted, and returning to chaos.
It is as though the jar given to the nervous system had untuned us for the entire world, and all things come amiss.
Then again the voice of Peter Altmaar was heard, now ringing false like an untuned fiddle.
Like untuned golden strings all women are, Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar.
When he came up, ...