—Something I said, But faint and brokenly of former days, When in the paths of science and of hope, We walk'd, twin-hearted.—Then there came a peal Of vacant laughter from those bloated lips, And the swoll'n hand with trembling haste was stretch'd For friendship's grasp.

...borne by four branchial arches, and the fifth arch is gillless...

So is a spreadsheet app, but I'm not going to put those on a web site any time soon.

Stoop villaine, ſtoop, ſtoope for ſo he bids, That may commaund thee peecemeale to be torne, Or ſcattered like the lofty Cedar trees. Strooke with the voice of thundring Iupiter.