O'er both their marks it flew; till fiercely flung From Polypoetes' arm the discus sung: Far as a swain his whirling sheephook throws, That distant falls among the grazing cows, So past them all the rapid circle flies: His friends, while loud applauses shake the skies, With force conjoin'd heave off the weighty prize.

In Macbeth, which my students will begin next week, the king's horses on the night of his assassination burst out of their stalls, turning wild in nature, the rule of their sweet dominability and loyalty broken.

Virginia Beach actually had a large landfill before it was turned into a public park.

He was not certain whether the pious donations of the eleventh century were sacrations to God or the Devil, but he was quite certain that the patrimony of the Crown was as much sacratum as the revenue of the Church.