There was a pool of perfect water. […] No cattle Had slobbered their muzzles in it And befouled it.

When I'm ridin' round the world / And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that / And I'm tryin' to make some girl, who tells me / Baby, better come back, maybe next week / 'Cause you see I'm on a losing streak

These subdrifts are driven the full width of the copper and explore thoroughly the foot and hanging sides of the lode.

He was telling northern Europeans that some of the devotions which most deeply satisfied them […] were nothing but clerical confidence tricks.