Nah, The Liberator waved it off, I took some good ol' vitamin I.

You should avoid heavy metal (too angry) and rap (too rhymey).

The sky was cloudless; the foliage of the wood scarce tinged with purple and gold; the buckwheat in yonder fields frostened into snowy ripeness.

Hath the inhumated Upward aspiring, Hath he consummated All his desiring?