But thus too, when foul old Rome had to be swept from the Earth, and those Northmen, and other horrid sons of Nature, came in, 'swallowing formulas' as the French now do, foul old Rome screamed execratively her loudest[.]

Pour the milk into a jug, add the rose water, rose syrup, elachi powder and sugar to taste.

I shored up a geranium with earth after it had flopped over.

the Dutch whalers and herring busses