Jimmy gives me a hug, and I bury my face right on his shoulder and cry like a titsy baby.

The hamstrung State environmental Protection Administration might get ministerial status.

The stallion has not covered the mare yet.

The Witch, with much ceremony, fills the basin. As FAUST is about to raise it to his lips, it emits a clear flame. MEPHISTOPHELES. Quick! quickly down with it!—no breathing time allowed! […] And does a lambent flame prevent thee quaff?