Wast a single satyr e'er to play Pan's wanton pedant, then such a ragged faun may wonder wherefore thee drapeth 'cadence' upon Dionysus, our premier patron, whilst dost not fervent quills more gaily tailor 'prosody' to fit his form most fair?
That's the ticket. Yessirree Bob. You betcha. Sho' 'nuff.