Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;

Me, I just dropped in to hear yore big talk. Reminds me of old Geronimo. Like you, he gets all filled up with words about every so often and has to steam off. Go ahead, Gurley. Don't let me interrupt you. Make heap oration.

The workers were spraying microdroplets of venom into the air.

The sable presbyters approach / The avenue of penitence; / The young are red and pustular / Clutching piaculative pence.