When we had crossed from Gaul, guided by the lofty sealight of Dubrae (Dover, if you will), our mariners cast anchor under the massive walls of the citadel of Rutupiae, chief port in our remote province of Britain, which is, in your tongue, Richborough, near Sanwich.

Compared to its counterparts from World War II, the Abrams main battle tank is truly massive.

In the body of his flesh through death, to present you holy and unblameable and unreproveable in his sight:

He makes good sense. However, I must comment on CSO prices rough diamonds to its sightholders based on the Rap List. It does not. It doesn't use the list.