Like one who drifts in idle boat / Unoared, and heedless whither bound […]

Fred ordered a rear steak along with a glass of beer as he took a seat at an empty table

So many ladders to the earth they threw, / That well they seem'd a mount thereof to make, // Or else some vamure fit to save the town, / Instead of that the Christians late beat down.

“I don't know how you and the ‘head,’ as you call him, will get on, but I do know that if you call my duds a ‘livery’ again there'll be trouble. […]”