Wrong ever builds on quicksands, but the Right
To the firm center lays its moveless base.
Prometheus.
Extemp’ry mammoth turkey-chick fer a Fejee Thanksgivin’.
The Biglow Papers.
Yet sets she not her soul so steadily
Above that she forgets her ties to earth.
Irene.
Zekle crep’ up quite unbeknown