In battle one day, with a jorum of flip, / Jack, while crossing the deck, began reeling, / And fell, for his leg was shot off at the hip, / But the liquor he just saved from spilling.

He makes his prentice his galley-slave. I wish our lane were purged of him.

The Treaty of Pisa, signed the 17th of February 1664, ended the quarrels between the court of France and the pope. . . . ‘The pope shall revoke the incameration of the duchies of Castro and Ronciglione. The duke of Parma shall take possession of them, paying to the apostolical chamber the sum he owes it, of a million three hundred twenty-nine thousand seven hundred and fifty crowns.’

I rode a tank, held a general's rank / When the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank