I'll just fry up a couple of eggs.

Ah me! too ſwiftly fleets our vernal bloom! / Loſt to our wonted friendſhip, loſt to joy! / Soon may thy breaſt the cordial wiſh reſume, / Ere wintry doubt its tender warmth deſtroy.

Cartman: Ey! I am a cop, and you will respect my authoritah!

The process of putting on a canvas what the artist has in mind Croce calls “extrinsication,” not creation, for the actual painting adds nothing but extrinsication to the artistic intuition already created in the artist's mind.