Janet Dench, the executive director of the Canadian Council for refugees, said that both countries are “washing their hands” of the problem.

I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil’d?

Her orienteſt colours there, And eſſences moſt pure, With ſweeteſt perfumes hoarded were, All, as ſhe thought, ſecure.

Egad, you carry a bene blink aloft. Come to the ken alone—no! my blowen; did not I tell you I should bring a pater cove, to chop up the whiners for Dawson?