Blok

He also said to his niece, Agnes Blok, "I do not long for death."

His last production was an epithalamium on the marriage of his favorite niece, Agnes Blok.

Raising himself in his chair as Louis ceased, he looked to Nickel Blok, and lifted his finger, without speaking a word.

As is noted by Blok, the status of the peasantry fluctuated, the thirteenth century being one of partial retrogression.

"A craft under Blok," shouted the look-out, that was still kept aloft as a necessary precaution.