Anon.

Caliban: Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

But he that received the seed into stony places, the same is he that heareth the word, and anon with joy receiveth it;

The dead man answered thus: “What good gift shall God give us?”, The boards answered him anon: “Flesh to feed hell's worm upon.”

[…]for as much as the same consisteth not in the extreames, but in a verie mediocritie of wealth and riches, as it shall better appeare anone.

With this man this is the hour of the white logic (of which more anon), when he knows that he may know only the laws of things—the meaning of things never.

Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps, With gentle majesty and modest pride; Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, As who should say, lo! thus my strength is try'd...

Anon he would be telling you of a cold he acquired in a Chicago lake breeze and how old Escamila cured it in Buenos Ayres with a hot infusion of the chuchula weed.

Indeed they did all they could to avoid it, coyly hiding their identities behind initials, asterisks, and anons