Not all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lines of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds or consecrate a crime. [ Byron ]

Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. [ Byron ]

Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
It only serves to prove the living vain. [ Gay ]

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their significance from the light, and suggestive only of the temple's use. [ J. G. Holland ]