that lewd ribauld with vile lust aduaunst / Layd first his filthy hands on virgin cleene, / To spoile her daintie corse so faire and sheene […]

Davies's cross was headed away from danger by Robert Huth, only for Baird to take the ball in his stride and rifle his right-footed effort towards the corner from the edge of the box.

Show a leg or you’re going to be late.

Now she showed off her physique in a backless apron shirt and hoochie shorts that were so tight, I could see ample beavage.