lines and angles, flat and bland,
raise these volumes and make them stand.

Pully, hauly, tug with a will; the gods wiggle waggle, but the sky stands still.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, there and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You will get there by candle-light

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine...

Marines don't know how to spell the word 'defeat'.

Well, that's it...I can't spell.