Spring, is ye comen in, / Dappled larke singe, / Snow melteth, / Runnel pelteth, / Smelleth wind of newe buddinge.

Weeks later at a staff campout, he arrived with his guitar, harmonica and some interesting microbrews.

Nevertheless, he must be counted as one of the several independent discoverers of this celebrated, probably overcelebrated, theorem, a history of which he has given [1975, IV, Chap. 274].

A fair piece ahead, in answering signal cottoned the sky in rhythmic puffs.