Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe, And stupid at the wondrous things he saw, Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law.

This wonder lasted nine daies.

He shall have chariots easier than air, That I will have invented; . . . And thyself, That art the messenger, shalt ride before him On a horse cut out of an entire diamond. That shall be made to go with golden wheels, I know not how yet.

Nobody expected him to be here when he came up, but I think it's done wonders for him. [But] I don't think he's got enough innings under his belt in the Minor Leagues.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.