...cause if you have, look at that forehanded man there, Deacon Westfall, and you see the rich man.

Bring on the broflakes triggered by reading Lena Dunham's name.

Byrlady your Ladyſhip is neerer Heauen then when I ſaw you laſt, by the altitude of a Choppine.

In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from arid rames; His humid front the cive, anheling, wipes, And dreams of erring on ventiferous ripes.