Our first win of the season put us in high spirits.
An high-pac'd Muse treading a lofty march, leades honor enchaind in an Epique pen, grac'd with the furtherance of historique Clio.
There is also a false, reptile prudence, the result not of caution, but of fear.
Two decided to hide, the others surrendered. I kept two special jars and threw away all the others.
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