One of the girls hoisted her skirt suddenly, pulled and ripped at her pink step-ins and tore them to a sizeable flag; then, screaming Ben! Ben! she waved it wildly.

Yet still he wasted, as the snow congealed, / When the bright sunne his beams thereon doth beat ….

For most of the inhabitants of most parts of the world today, the notion of costume begins and often ends with some variant of Eat at Joe's.

So, sir. I desire of you A conduct overland to Milford Haven.