Her age-old weapons, flood and fire, left scars on the canyon which time will never efface.

to assert our rights and liberties

While the gentleman in blue waves customers in and out at the rate of one every three and one-third minutes, bank teller Gooding peers up through his oversized periscope and discourses on the hazards of his job. http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1955/10/21/money-by-mirror-pthe-smiling-face/

For the ordinarie times of foddring your fat cattell […] if they féede abroad, and take the benefit of Foggs and after-grasse, then to fodder them Morning, Euening, and high-noone is fully sufficient.