Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.

The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.

Let these describe the indescribable.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!

A lot of players had to chime in.