But low tide allowed us to walk on tiptoes along an underwater sandbar, and explore the tide pools, miniature maritime Brigadoons in which we'd find crabs...

There the beauty’s word supreme is, There the dandy’s stick is twirl’d: “All the world’s a stage;” my theme is— All the stage a world!

The hideous exposure is not untinted with fairer lines; and we see traits here and there of true devotion, mistaken but heroic.

[H]is fears / Lie Liegers for you in his breſt, and there / Negotiate your affairs.