Her age-old weapons, flood and fire, left scars on the canyon which time will never efface.

to assert our rights and liberties

For the ordinarie times of foddring your fat cattell […] if they féede abroad, and take the benefit of Foggs and after-grasse, then to fodder them Morning, Euening, and high-noone is fully sufficient.

While the gentleman in blue waves customers in and out at the rate of one every three and one-third minutes, bank teller Gooding peers up through his oversized periscope and discourses on the hazards of his job. http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1955/10/21/money-by-mirror-pthe-smiling-face/