‘Hooroo, come again!’ ‘Hooroo, we will.’

For time ſhall with his ready pencil ſtand; / Retouch your figures with his ripening hand; / Mellow your colors, and imbrown the teint; / Add every grace, which time alone can grant; / To future ages ſhall your fame convey, / And give more beauties than he takes away.

Instead of dropping the golden cones safely into his bag he let them dribble out of his hands so that, in the expectancy before the violence of the storm, the tiny stots from one transfigured branch to another could be clearly heard.

In every vertex of the 5-cell, 8-cell and 120-cell there are 4 concurring edges; in every vertex of the 24-cell, 8 edges.