In all our noble Anglo-Saxon language, there is scarcely a nobler word than worth; yet this term has now almost exclusively a pecuniary meaning. So that if you ask what a man is worth, nobody ever thinks of telling you what he is, but what he has. The answer will never refer to his merits, his virtues, but always to his possessions. He is worth—so much money.

the red Comets do carry the portensions of Mars

Marshall was really overpassing his authority when he ordered the security guards to fire their tasers at the trespassers.

What mops and mowes it makes! --