William Wordsworth,
The Excursion
(1814)
“ Than this dull product of a Scoffer's pen, Impure conceits discharging from a heart Hardened by impious pride!—I did not fear To tax you with this journey;"—mildly said My venerable Friend, as forth we stepped Into the presence of the cheerful light— "For I have knowledge that you do not shrink From moving spectacles;— but let us on." ”
