So he pressed her again and again with advice on the matter of espousals; but she ever opposed to him refusals, till at last she turned upon him angrily and cried, O my father, if thou name matrimony to me once more, I will go into my chamber and take a sword, and, fixing its hilt on the ground, will set its point to my waist; then I will press upon it, till it come forth from my back, and so slay myself.

I had flown in a helicopter with Javits and Bobby Kennedy. I was skirring around New York like an ephemerid, my jacket lined with jolly psychedelic green.

The bucket under the leaky roof needs frequent emptyings.

A pretty Girl, the Lady’s Maid, Who all her Dress in Order Laid, Behind her Mistress simp’ring stood, And rais’d the youthful ’Squires Blood.