And the seven angels came out of the temple, having the seven plagues, clothed in pure and white linen, and having their breasts girded with golden girdles

The mountain where thy Muse’s feet made warm Those lawns that revelled with her dance divine Shines yet with fire as it was wont to shine From tossing torches round the dance aswarm.

[…] I, gentlemen and ladies, are a rale Scientificky! I ain’t none of your jack-legs.

{{quote-song|en|year=1974|title=Any Major Dude Will Tell You|artist=Steely Dan|author=Donald Fagen; Walter Becker|passage=Have you ever seen a squonk's tears? Well, look at mine / The people on the street have all seen better times}}