We ſay that Shores wife hath a prety foote, / A cherry lippe, a bonny eie, a paſſing pleaſing tongue: / And that the Queenes kindred are made gentlefolks.

How far is St. Helena from the Capes of Trafalgar? / A longish way—a longish way—with ten year more to run. / It's South across the water underneath a falling star. / (What you cannot finish you must leave undone!)

Tweed says to Till: What gars ye rin sae still ? Till says to Tweed: Tho ye rin wi' speed And I rin slaw Whar ye droon ae man, I droon twa !

This goes on and on: as long as you are asking questions, a toggler will toggle. (Keep in mind that on being asked a question the first time, a toggler will randomly choose to tell the truth or to lie).