Now, of the Thornhill fragments, those I have numbered VII. give us part of an epitaph in stave-rhyme, conceived on the same plan as those at Dewsbury and Falstone, but with a remarkable variation; […]

[…] fewe that were there did spend the same daie abowte the searchinge out of sundrye that were receptors of ffelons, where we fownd a greate manye aswell in London, Westminster, Sowthwarke, as in all other places abowte the same.

You ate an obscene amount of those lobster patties last night, Deb. / And I plan to eat an obscene amount of them tonight as well, I replied.

A cohort of male swimmers, bare torsos shining, lined up to recite from Mao's Little Red Book before plunging into the Songhua river, in Harbin, to commemorate the Great Leader's swim in the Yangzi. A crowd gathered with banners in Harbin's main square for a speech about Learning and Applying Mao Zedong Thought, a crowd so vast that the had taken several shots and would splice them together with backing tape.[…] He wavered only when he saw the monks at Harbin's ransacked Buddhist temple holding a banner which read: To hell with the Buddhist scriptures. They are full of dog farts.