And here and there he cast in seas, to whome he gave a lawe: / To swell with every blast of winde, and every stormie flawe.

Those patagonian terms of verse Which made it run so free and terse, We see quotidianly become Completely perdulous, or dumb.

You missed Beth's introductory yabbuts...thus condemning herself to my permanent list...once a breeder and all that...

There is no place left to suspect, but that there were Managers of the Party, who clap’d their hands, and halloo’d the giddy young People to such rash Undertakings.