. . . he recommended to all those who might be impressed with a sense of their importance to bury a copy or copies of each work properly...

Verses meant to picture flowers Can't shrink from orchidaceous talk!

We could be wrong! What was that stuff we bought?

With science prey to hackers' spite, Art must, as always, feign delight.

Only the victim’s identity's got wrong.

Sound the sleep of the loaded liar!

We martial upright apes are greatly in your debt.

Some things are too fierce, it seems, to mention!

Life, too, is an objet trouvé.

Run slowly, you horses of the night.

You never know how far they'll go!

It's not just our language that's confused!

You shall know them by their loot.

Odd, of all things, the privy's what I best recall . . .

Those others all knew little, too.