Unimpressed eye, what do you espy?

Whether nobles’s tallages of the past or Barnes’s present role in the literary oligopoly, distrust of elitism merits more than a sigh.

Will your hard stare—not from that Peruvian bear—prompt recipients to repent and, as is such, find themselves shrived?

I might keep that brow turned down and those lips upon fist—for astrobotany’s field is more likely to report forests on the sun than wealthy are to heed the Son by sharing with everyone. ; )