[Prince of] Moroc[co]. Miſlike me not for my complexion, / The ſhadowed liuery of the burniſht ſunne, / To vvhom I am a neighbour, and neere bred. / Bring me the faireſt creature North-vvard borne, / VVhere Phœbus fire ſcarce thavves the yſicles, / And let vs make inciſion for your loue, / To proue vvhoſe blood is reddeſt, his or mine.

We've definitely seen an increase in abusive content since certain areas began COVID lockdowns and stay home orders, we suspect because of the growth of people having time to waste doing these sorts of brigades.

Lo and behold, in full color there was a photograph of an old glass-paned hanging cupboard with clusters of strawberry, cherry, green grape and apple “cockamamies” pasted in the center of each pane.

“So you changed it.” “Yes.” He turns off the tap. “Why did you choose the name Zed? What does it mean?” “Nothing. It's the last letter of the alphabet.”