[…] The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand, To enjoy thy banish’d lord and this great land!

They had a right spuddle together — poor maid was crying, like, and then ' e made off.

And he needs to make sure that any American bank that was involved in loans to Asia, and now wants to share in the I.M.F. bailout, takes a haircut. And I'm not just talking about a trim.

Burying its head in the sand is fabulously attributed to the ostrich.