I feel it now, the breathsome gale / That swayed and kissed the almond flowers / Which flushed that sunny nook of ground, / By cedars flanked, with mountains round.

Listen, jerko, you know you're special to me. I think you're a great guy with something to offer, and if it's the last thing I do, I'll shove you down J.J.B.'s throat.

Can you sit in for him while he's gone?

1826, Anna Brownell Jameson, Diary of an Ennuyée