And casting backe mine eye, I spyde a pretie wymble lad, Who saluing of his mate, dyd aske what newes were to be had.

There were vehicles following me, of course, but was any of them trailing me? […] Without any warning, and without signalling with the trafficator, I took a sudden right turn, hoping to shake off my trailer.

FDR and the New Dealers unleashed the power of the central state in ways rarely done during peacetime.

We see, but cannot heal the stanchless wound, We share its gushing sorrow, still it bleeds;