It is Time that has worn glorious old channels for the glorious old rivers, and rounded the old lakes, and deepened the old sea! It is Time--" "Ay, full time to cease," cried Media.

"What have you to do with cogitations not in verse, minstrel?
Leave prose to Babbalanja, who is prosy enough." "Even so," said Babbalanja, "Yoomy, you have overstepped your province.

My lord Media well knows, that your business is to make the metal in you jingle in tags, not ring in the ingot.".