Can ever be estranged, do aught but appertain
Immortally, by right firm, indefeasible,
To who performed the feat, through God’s grace and man’s will.
R. Browning (Fifine at the Fair).
Nature, they say, doth dote
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan
Repeating us by rote.
J. R. Lowell (Ode at Harvard Commemoration).