Lab specimen · html_validation · Near miss
Html validation, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k
My ode to the horn froze halfway through its closing tags, and thawed, disastrously, at dinner.
Specimen notes: Html validation, a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k
- Expected
- This page validates clean.
- Issue
html_validation- Status
- 200
- Canonical
- this page

My gray mare could read, a fact I kept from the neighbors. She liked poems and hated sums. Once she found a spelling error on a road sign and refused to pass. We stood there for two days until the king himself sent a painter with a brush and a humble note.
Seawater tastes of salt because of me. I spilled a pouch of it on a ship near Sicily, and I threw a pinch over my shoulder for luck. It was a very large pinch. The whole Atlantic turned briny by supper, and the cod have been cross about it since.
Chinese masons were short one brick on their long wall, and I happened to have one in my coat. I pressed it into the gap at sunset. The entire wall settled with a sigh. The Emperor made me a mandarin, and I still get a small sum each year.
Pisa had a straight tower until I leaned on it to fix my shoe. I heard a small creak. Nobody else saw, so I tipped my hat and strolled away. The town has since made a good living from my bad habit, and I have never asked for a share.
Oysters at Ostend.