Notwithstanding the deep-rooted notion, even amongst the majority of painters themselves, that time is a great improver of good pictures, I will undertake to shew, that nothing can be more absurd.

[…] she had had the novel experience of looking down from the restaurant terrace on an audience of cocottes, and having her husband interpret to her as much of the songs as he thought suitable for bridal ears.

Ideas are generally expressed more shortly in verse than in prose

for their lost husbands they encrease their waymentings by repetition of the good and gracefull parts they were endowed with […].