a horse behung with trappings

I learned the first two tenses of the verb Être, and sketched my first cottage (whose walls, by-the-by, outrivalled in slope those of the leaning tower of Pisa) on the same day.

Holly and his merry men, they dancen and they sing; Ivy and her maidens, they weepen and they wring.

That was still more airtime than was received by the ill-fated gaysploitation special Seriously, Dude, I'm Gay, which Fox touted as “a heterosexual male's worst nightmare: turning gay overnight.”