I was composing a pastoral when you came in.

Observe what you have done with my "Lovely Age of Gold!"' Agostino's transfigurement from lymphatic poet to fiery man of action, lasted till his breath was short, when the necessity for taking a deep draught of air induced him to fall back upon his idle irony.

'Heads, you illustrious young gentlemen!--heads, not legs and arms, move a conspiracy.

Now, you--think what you will of it--are only legs and arms in this business.

And if you are insubordinate, you present the shocking fabular spirit of the members of the body in revolt; which is not the revolt we desire to see.