But when he spoke, his plenteous words did flow / Like to thick-falling flakes of winter snow, / Ne any couth his wit so hiely straine.

I vvill vvithdravv from your Company; retire to the Shades, and perform my Penance of a Thouſand Years.

According to Stuart, one of the Astorian party, an experienced dip-netter could take as many as 500 fish each day.

Recently our local abortion rights fund received a piece of mail enjoining “pro-lifers” to “attack” abortion providers and other “peddlers of death. . . . When we shoot, we should aim for the lower spine and the buttocks. At this time we probably don’t need to kill to discourage some pro-deathers from implementing their agenda.”