You speedy helpers […] Appear and aid me in this enterprise.

In Simon’s house he and Rebecca were having a fight about who should put the angel on the tree. “It’s not fair Simon, I baggsed it before ya. D’ya remember last year, you put it up. Now it’s definitely my turn.” Rebecca felt defiant.

Cowboys had killed “loafers” at five hundred yards away with rifles. … Lucille was not like most cowhands and she sets out to capture the loafer with her lariat.

He [the stag] calls to mind his strength and then his speed, / His winged heels and then his armed head.