Adored and angelic Amelia, accept an ardent and artless amourist's affection, alleviate an anguished admirer's alarms, and answer an amorous applicant's ardour. Ah, Amelia! all appears an awful aspect. Ambition, avarice, and arrogance, alas! are attractive allurements, and abuse an ardent attachment. Appease an aching and affectionate adorer's alarms, and anon acknowledge affianced Albert's alliance as acceptable and agreeable. Anxiously awaiting an affectionate and affirmative answer, accept an admirer's aching adieu. Always angelic and adorable Amelia's affectionate amourist, Albert.

William T. Dobson, Literary Frivolities, Fancies, Follies and Frolics, 1880

No monk too good to rob, or cog or plot.

No fool so gross to bolt Scotch collops hot.

From Donjon tops no Oronooko rolls.

Logwood, not lotos, floods Oporto's bowls.

Troops of old tosspots oft to sot consort.

Box tops odd schoolboys oft do flog for sport.

No cool monsoons blow soft on Oxford dons,

Orthodox, jog-trot, book-worm Solomons!

Bold Ostrogoths of ghosts no horror show.

On London shop-fronts no hop-blossoms grow.

To crocks of gold no dodo looks for food.

On soft cloth footstools no old fox doth brood.

Long storm-tost sloops forlorn work on to port.

Rooks do not roost on spoons, nor woodcocks snort,

Nor dog on snowdrop or on coltsfoot rolls,

Nor common frog concocts long protocols.

Charles Bombaugh, Incontrovertible Facts, 1875

Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and voracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so allow me to simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.

Opening monologue from the movie V for Vendetta

Eve, Eden's Empress, needs defended be;

The serpent greets her, when she seeks the tree.

Serene, she sees- the speckled tempter creep;

Gentle he seems — perverted schemer deep —

Yet endless pretexts, ever fresh, prefers,

Perverts her senses, revels when she errs —

Sneers when she weeps, regrets, repents she fell,

Then, deep-revenged, reseeks the nether Hell.

The Fall of Eve

Idling I sit in this mild twilight dim,

Whilst birds, in swift, wild vigils skim.

Light winds in sighing sink, till, rising bright,

Night's virgin pilgrim swims in vivid light!

Charles Carroll Bombaugh

Wars harm all ranks, all arts, all crafts appal;

At Mars' harsh blast, arch, rampart, altar fall!

Ah ! hard as adamant, a braggart Czar

Arms vassal-swarms, and fans a fatal war!

Rampant at that bad call, a vandal band

Harass, and harm, and ransack Wallach-land

A Tartar phalanx Balkan's scarp hath past,

And Allah's standard falls, alas! At last.

Willard Espy, The Game of Words