Let Fame, that all hunt after in their lyues, / Liue regiſtred vpon our brazen Tombes, / And then grace vs, in the diſgrace of death: / VVhen ſpight of cormorant deuouring Time, / Th[']endeavour of this preſent breath may buy: / That honour vvhich ſhall bate his ſythes keene edge, / And make vs heires of all eternitie.

The walk tuckered him out so much he had to take a nap.

The birds were wild feeding on the bait that the bonito were scaring the bait out.

a book about a time machine that can transport people back into the past