So lilting was the cadence that the lambs started to gambol ’round the crab appletree like children about a Maypole.

I don't know why people bother to watch Babestation, because the babes are in really minute windows which are plagued with MPEG artefacts. I can only guess that their viewers use their imagination to the fullest as they're attempting to make the bald man cry.

O thou goddess/ thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st/ in these two princely boys.

Each obedientiary held his own rural estates as well as properties in the city and was supported by various unlanded officials.