"One,two,three and that over the Moss and fern shall be five; Sap,Veritas.Your ignominious husband,does he consign the Courts onto injustice or rash the hushed newspapers to besiege the consciences?" "He escorts the moods,singing in jubilant grace,the tory of public songs;With you Anaxibia- Daughter of Atrides who looks otherwise indented to the wedding of Strophes." "The seasons somersaulting,they turned you to a Hat instead of the Jersey; Consequent to the snugly played counterfeit placed to his compliment through Daedalus of all kinds,who's a history teacher to Gowans?" "It was a battle sir:Summer approached,a narrow babbling there!Let's partake in the condemned bill of rights,he sparkles condoning the hides.The bill of exchange needs reconciled,though I will commission time for partisans at a conferred referendum,the ecological pathos and so on;" "Gores with his antebellum,but how relevant are stipules of a singled extant class of vascular land plants?We know of course,that the vessel is Mongolian." "You should have visited the well benched Ships,seen the Siberian ground heaped with Apples and Myrtle leaves:The Bride,the groom chose for a ceremony but you're frailty personified." "Was Sicily the birth of our pathos?Albeit the maiden child bourne to Aulis had an outset easier and more vigorous than the consumed anathema: And behold the locust was formed in the beginning of the shooting up of the latter rain and lo,it was the latter rain after the king's mowing... "The Marshals."Said the Marchionesses of Sterne,whom shall have no repudiation tolerated. "And we will call this Bortege in that you have a remnant of culture in it.The Mysithra we had ceased to eat?" Sparks the curator,prefixing ideally his spital to procrastinate the idea of a warmth.Barely a ghost amidst the Barley fields.