I am one who goes sniffing; I am no poet.

I believe in a better future for the world; or, at all accounts, I do most potently disbelieve in the present.

Rotten eggs is the burthen of my song.

But indeed, your Highness, when I meet with any merit, I do not think that I am slow to recognise it.

This is a day that I shall still recall with gratitude, for I have found a sovereign with some manly virtues; and for once--old courtier and old radical as I am--it is from the heart and quite sincerely that I can request the honour of kissing your Highness's hand ?' 'Nay, sir,' said Otto, 'to my heart!' And the Englishman, taken at unawares, was clasped for a moment in the Prince's arms.
'And now, sir,' added Otto, 'there is the Pheasant House; close behind it you will find my carriage, which I pray you to accept.