My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.
Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!
Ah! how annoying that the law doesn't allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.
Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.
Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.