Their Clamour, 'lighting from their Chairs, / Grew lowder, all the way up Stairs; / At Entrance louder, where they found, / The Room with Volumes litter'd round; …

But let him that glorieth, glory in this, that hee vnderſtandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exerciſe louing kindneſſe, iudgement, and righteouſneſſe in the earth: for in these things I delight, ſaith the Lord.

“Salting the mine. We'll salt the mine.” Egan still didn't seem to understand. “You college boys, all that training and you can't see the nose on your face. We'll plant a body.”

the moanings of the wounded men