Beneath, the distant torrent’s rushing sound Tells where the volum’d cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks,

You know damn well that you should have been home by midnight.

[…] carters and coachmen, who make in imitation thereof a composition of grease and tar, with which they besmear the inside of the naves of wheels and the extremitys of the axis upon which they move.

Moreover, measureless great yaksha generals, rakshasa kings, putana kings, kumbhanda kings, pishacha kings, Vinayaka, the great ghost kings, and all the ghost commanders came before the Buddha, …