Rex was in so much pain, they had to put him down.

These had once been divided meticulously between the three classes and were still embellished by lengthy extracts from the Decrée of 1902 (passengers must not spit except into the spittoons provided on pain of...—but, alas, the spittoons are no more).

Sirha is this you would rend and teare the Cat / Upon a Stage, and now march like drown'd rat?

Wet-sanding with a damp sponge works well too.