Crabtree's become a—a womanthrope, said Tommers. No—a misowench. There's not been a fresh photo of ankles on his chimney-piece for months.

But we hold / Thou art forsworn; and no forsworn Archbishop / Shall helm the Church.

Redcrosse's term has expired; the drum has sounded, claims the ghoul, as the latter embarks upon the second and final round of anthypophoratic and anacoenotic assault, the first question of which adoxographically transmutes the […]

Judge Gilligan has been held up as a shining example of judicial restraint.