I vow we must be near the place from where
The two converging slides, the avalanches,
On Marshall, look like donkey's ears.
We may as well see that and save the day.”
“Don't donkey's ears suggest we shake our own?
'For God's sake, aren't you fond of viewing nature?[…]
Joe sold his sand, and cly'd his cole, sir [marginal note: pocketed his money] / While Bess got a basket of rags, / Then up to St. Giles's they roll'd, sir, / To every bunter Bess brags: / Into a booze-ken they pike it, [marginal note: go] / Where Bess was admitted we hear; / For none of the coves dare but like it, / As Joey, here kiddy, was there.
It has jailed environmental activists and is planning to limit the power of judicial oversight by handing a state-approved body a monopoly over bringing environmental lawsuits.
Alone, if need be, alone and unfriended, we must advance, and do battle for the cause of God: alone and unfriended, and yet not alone, for He is with us, and His hosts are fighting on our side: […]