I tire of this book.

To Curwensville they hie them on frolic they are bent And there indulge in all the sports the season can invent; The Aborgoins are thunderstruck to see them cut up so, And vow there's inspiration In this riding on the snow.

The plane taxied on over to the hangar for repairs.

Then let me goe, and hinder not my courſe: …