... morning mist and evening haze, unlike the cold, grey rime, Seem'd woven wave* of golden air, when 1 was in my prime. And blackberries, mawkish now. were finely flavoured then, And hazel nuts, such clusters thick 1 ne'er shall pluck again. Nor strawb'ries ...

... as to place it out of the reach nine out of ten of our modern poets. Trumpery similes, however, were plenty and cheap as blackberries. Bavins showed packet containing a thousand, the price marked which was only a quarter Mab; and 1 heard Pippin himself ...