But after-Days, my Friend, must do thee right, / And set thy Virtues in unenvy’d Light.

I pile mounds of bunny grass—the kind you put in Easter baskets—and top them with papiermâché rabbits.

His task was, it is true, made easier by the need of the English to remove troops to put down the 1745-6 Jacobite Rising, which the French had subventioned.

The message is clearly a cipher, but I can't figure it out.