My rimes I know unsavory and sowre, To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre, Flow from thy fruitfull head, of thy Loves praise; Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre, When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise: Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne, Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.

While most of the service books are employed only in the conduct of public devotion, the psalter and the ustav are widely read works that are found in every household. —David Scheffel, In the Shadow of Antichrist: The Old Believers of Alberta

But while gender-bending — and for that matter, race-bending — may indeed do important political work, we must approach such performances with caution.

The next time I met RSM Simpson was when we were together being 'brassed up' by enemy artillery and mortar […]