There is also a false, reptile prudence, the result not of caution, but of fear.

Our first win of the season put us in high spirits.

Two decided to hide, the others surrendered. I kept two special jars and threw away all the others.

An high-pac'd Muse treading a lofty march, leades honor enchaind in an Epique pen, grac'd with the furtherance of historique Clio.