The chapter of accidents is the longest chapter in the book.

The accident of an accident.

May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

Of moving accidents by flood and field.

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother.