The Vision of Judgment 091


But ere the spavin'd dactyls could be spurr'd 
Into recitative, in great dismay 
Both cherubim and seraphim were heard 
To murmur loudly through their long array: 
And Michael rose ere he could get a word 
Of all his founder'd verses under way. 
And cried, 'For God's sake stop, my friend! 'twere best - 
Non Di, non homines ?- you know the rest.' 

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)