And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.