Tho' Ruin now Love's shadow be, / Following him, destroyingly, / On Death's white and winged steed, / Which the fleetest cannot flee, …
His sergeant gigged him for an unmade bunk.
But the deeds of valour which he described, and of which he was the modest hero, were always only just surpassed by the incomprehensible feats of personal agility which accompanied them — incomprehensible when we looked upon the fat, unwielding personalities of the panting boaster.
The missed penalty was a massive let-off for the home team.
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