What guards the purity of melting Maids, / In courtly Balls and midnight Maſquerades, / Safe from the treach'rous friend, and daring ſpark, / The glance by day, the whiſper in the dark; / … / 'Tis but their Sylph, the wiſe Celeſtials know, / Tho' Honour is the word with Men below.

Very soon most manufactured items, from shoes to cans of soup, will contain a small sliver of dim intelligence, and screens will be the tool we use to interact with this ubiquitous cognification.

“Put on your siren,” SpongeBob told Patrick. […] Patrick […] whispered, “Wee...woo...wee...woo...wee...woo...”

And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, / Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, / Making defeat on the full power of France, / Whiles his most mighty father on a hill / Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp / Forage in blood of French nobility.