[T]he hazels rose / Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung, / A virgin scene! — A little while I stood, / Breathing with such suppression of the heart / As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint / Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed / The banquet, […]

Reason away, but the test of time will prove me right.

‘I always ask leave, in the interests of science, to measure the crania of those going out there,’ he said.

Mom: [Walks away with King Pridemoor.] / King Knight: 'MOM, WAIT! ..... MOM!! SIGH WELL, FINALLY, THE RIFF-RAFF... AND MY MOM, ARE GONE.'