parsleyed new potatoes

shall a beardless boy, Cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil, Mocking the air with colours idly spread, And find no check?

The British army had already moved over the border and the commander had established his HQ high in the central Portuguese mountains at Viseu.

This isn't a country where things are cut and dried, and done according to Hoyle.