Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Imitated from Aristophanes

45 Great goddesses are they to lazy folks, Who pour down on us gifts of fluent speech, Sense most sententious, wonderful fine effect, And how to talk about it and about it, Thoughts brisk as bees, and pathos soft and thawy. 46 Let clumps of earth, however glorified, Roll round and round and still renew their cycle— Man rushes like a winged Cherub through The infinite space, and that which has been Can therefore never be again——