The police summoned the driver for speeding.

Nahum Tate was Poet Laureate, a cold writer, of no invention, but sometimes translated tolerably when befriended by Mr. Dryden. In his second part of Absalom and Achitophel are above two hundred admirable lines together of that great hand, which strongly shine through the insipidity of the rest.

The leg-spinner had talked about new mystery balls, giving them names like shooters and zooters.

That’s a threesome joke about her fucking children! It was in the first season and they gave her another one!