So theſe pretended inſpired men though they flie high, and ſeem to feed of nothing but free truth, as they draw it from Gods own breathing; yet they took their ground firſt from the Text, though they ran a deal of fancyfull diviſion upon it; and if a man watch them, he ſhall finde them fall flat upon the Text again, and be but as other Mortals are for all their free prætenſions and extraordinary aſſiſtances.

He was a rather playful artist.

I was working a shitty-ass job in fast food.

I'll cook clams, lobsters—hot-and-spicy red potatoes and corn cobettes.