Even with his thick blanket-coat, he was soon wet through and shivering.

Me thinks I ſee kings kneeling at his feet, And he with frowning browes and fiery lookes, Spurning their crownes from off their captiue heads.

His large water-dog was acquainted with the fact, and upon the approach of his master, betrayed his sense of inferiority by a sanctity of deportment, a debasement of the ears, and a dropping of the lower jaw not altogether unworthy of a dog.

[…] it’s now pretty popular among progressives to paint the US and Russian presidents as being gay for each other.