How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
The Judge straightway the eye of the servitors caught: And soon bowl, bottles, sugar and sliced beef were brought. Plut and Rykov so briskly set to cut and clink, So to greedily swallow, so copiously drink, That in half an hour twenty-three fillets they munched, And downed half a huge bowl of most excellent punch .
No man saw the building of the New Jerusalem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; it descended out of heaven from God.