Quel chio vi debbo posso di parole

Pagare in parte, e d'opera d'inchiostro.

Ariosto.

Ye kite-flyers of Scotland,

Who live from home at ease;

Who raise the wind, from year to year,

In a long and strong trade breeze:

Your paper kites let loose again

On all the winds that blow;

Through the shout of the rout