His cruell wounds with cruddy bloud congealed, / They binden vp so wisely, as they may, / And handle softly, till they can be healed: / So lay him in her charet, close in night concealed.
... Apollo was the god that strode across the heavens in his fiery chariot. But hey, when ...
... had a chariot that he could ride across the heavens. We will finally have that flying ...