A philosopher, busily sorting the world into the blue and the unblue, tells us that some ink is blue. We look at the ink one way, and it looks blue.

BRAVE and puissant Neptune, and you sacred Queene of the nine Iles, Lady maioresse of the great Ocean, Governesse of the lower Elements, Commandresse of all the skaly generation, from the Sea-horse to the Sea-mouse, Umpiresse of all differences in this watery region, &c: may a poore ship-wrackt Pothecarie speake to your Excellence?

Mudchester Rovers were stuffed 7-0 in the semi-final.

SIR ANDREW: Nay, my troth, I know not: but I know, to be up late is to be up late. SIR TOBY: A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.