What meanes this deuiliſh ſhepheard to aſpire With ſuch a giantly preſumption. To caſt vp hils againſt the face of heauen: And dare the force of angry Iupiter.

The farmer stopped to blinker his horse before riding into an area of heavy traffic.

And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

The red runner makes the table so festive.