Oh yeah, they're a real class act; they left their garbage all over the grass.

All Human Race wou'd fain be Wits, / And Millions miſs, for one that hits.

I shall top up with petrol before the long trip.

From the shrill triumph with which his name was dragged in, his crime must have been pilfering from a cathedral at least, but as both remembrancers were speaking at once it was difficult to distinguish his infamy from the scandal which beclouded the memory of Mrs. Saunders’ brother’s wife’s mother—who may have been a regicide, and was certainly not a nice person as Mrs. Crick painted her.