Hear Thou our plaint, when light is gone / And lawlessness and strife prevail. / Hear, lest the whelming weight of crime / Wreck us with life in view; / Lest thoughts and schemes of sense and time / Earn us a sinner's due.

He will soon disregard the roaring of your eloquence, as the bold sailor contemns the blustering of the winds […]

Actually I enjoyed them a lot, but I'm the world's worst loccer - too much else to do (fannishly), and the passivity of being a reader sets in if you don't loc immediately you get an issue.

I cast the species of the Sun onto a sheet of paper through a telescope.