Uncried tears have a way of filling the well of sadness even more deeply. If you have a half hour of crying to do, don't stop at twenty minutes.

That's the third party Brenda's been to this week. She certainly gets about.

A Cataplasm made of Goats dung: Wax and dung kned together, applyed. Of Barley-meal, Melilot and husks of Chesbows, sodden amongst Mulse.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.