The maſſy golden Helm ſhe next aſſumes, / That dreadful nods vvith four o'erſhading Plumes; / So vaſt, the broad Circumference contains / A hundred Armies on a hundred Plains.

Courage? Blast it all, lad, if I were twenty years younger I'd wipe the floor with you now.

I need to mail my tutor about the deadline.

We pegged the speedometer across the flats.