After the long and portentous eclipse of the patient sun The sudden spring began - Edith Sitwell

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention.

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,
And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,
Remember only this of our hopeless love
That never till Time is done
Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.