That writing is but juſt like dice, / And lucky mains make people wiſe: / That jumbled words, if fortune throw 'em, / Shall, well as Dryden, form a poem; […]

I'm sorry, sir, but these are reserved seats.

Catherine of Aragon: wonderful woman, the Queen of England, the bedmate of Henry VIII - that much I knew already.

At least, those intemperate Reflections may serve as Precautionary Documents for Dignitaries of all sorts to humble as well as to steer themselves by, especially in their unfrequented and almost wholly neglected Duty of Christian Hospitality and Oecumenial as well as Oeconomical Reception of Xenodochial Providence-Conformists; who must nevertheless ‘Take “Heart, nor of the Laws of Fate complain, tho’ “now ’tis cloudy, ’twill clear up again.