However, if any thane, or great lord, had a church, within his own demeſnes, diſtinct from the mother church, in the nature of a private chapel ; then, provided ſuch church had a cœmetery or conſecrated place of burial belonging to it, he might allot one third of his tithes for the maintenance of the officiating miniſter : but, if it had no cœmetery, the thane muſt himſelf have maintained his chaplain by ſome other means ; for in ſuch caſe all his tithes were ordained to be paid to the primariæ eccleſiæ or mother church *.

In the time available to us on our geomorphological tour we were not able to see the higher and younger karsts of Kweichow and Yunnan and Kunming.

Okay, wel-, I’ll tell you where it stops: somewhere! Anytime someone asks, “Where does it stop?”, the answer is always fucking somewhere! You might let your kid have Twizzlers, but not inject black tar heroin! You d-You don’t just go, “Well, after the Twizzlers, where does it stop?”!

Back in the day, he turned over some tables when he found out thieves were in God's temple and that's what we're doing now, turning over some tables 'cause we found a violator of the law, and we shall whoop ass and teach him...