We wanted a religion of peace and serenity and noncontroversy and refuge from the world.

O who'll march for me? now speak any that dare, / A horse and a hundred pounds for him, that's fair; / Dear courtier excuse me from Teagueland and slaughter, / And take, which you please, my wife or my daughter.

He wore a coat […] trimmed with Brandenburgs.

Not to mention the animal products in commercially brewed bee-ar. I can't recall what they are but the[y] certainly bugger vegans and may well be problematic for veggoes, too.