I was born in the year 1632, in the City of York, of a good family,
though not of that county; my father being a foreigner of Bremen,
who settled first in Hull.--[_Defoe._]

or

Further I avow to your Highness that with these eyes I have beheld
the person of William Wooton, B.D., who has written a good sizeable
volume against a friend of your Governor (from whom, alas! he must
therefore look for little favour) in a most gentlemanly style,
adorned with the utmost politeness and civility.--[_Swift._]

The natural order of poetry is:--

Thus with the year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

or

But cottage, herd, or sheep-cote, none he saw.

and this basal difference you must have clear in your minds before, in
dealing with prose or verse, you can practise either with profit or read
either with intelligent delight.