Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans

Before a few weeks ago I always held England for the greateste land of the whole world after Dutchland, and the Englanders for the best-lighted folk.

“Since you won’t let my taxi in,” she says, “please let the driver bring out of the trunk of his taxi my oddment of purchases.”

A fine man, that Dunwody, yonder, commented the young captain, as they parted, and as he turned to his prisoner. We'll see him on in Washington some day.[…]A strong man—a strong one; and a heedless. ¶ Of what party is he? she inquired, as though casually.