The gloved and jewelled bards who sing / Of Pippa, Maud, and Guinevere, / Have hardly done the 'handsome thing' / For you, my inky Cytherea.

Cephas got a gourdful of water from the pail in the sink, and carried it carefully over to the table.

In the current crisis, we will have to tighten our belts.

[…] the God that we serve is not free: / There must be an attribute superalmighty / That binds even God what he knows to decree!