If I were to celebrate only the sounds 

          of which this language in rhyme abounds, 

Then I might write in such fine form 

          that academic tradition might adorn 

Impressionable minds to thus constrain 

         that all other forms appear as vain 

Pursuit of false and useless indulgence: 

         thus do dead poets wreak their vengeance.
 
 

- Paul Malécot