Oh! never breathe a dead one's name,
When those who loved that one are nigh;
It pours a lava through the frame
That chokes the breast and fills the eye. [ Eliza Cook ]

Love ends with hope: the sinking statesman's door
Pours in the morning worshipper no more. [ Johnson ]

A man who pours drugs of which he knows little into a body of which he knows less. [ Voltaire ]

We know much of a writer by his style. An open and imperious disposition is shown in short sentences, direct and energetic. A secretive and proud mind is cold and obscure in style. An affectionate and imaginative nature pours out luxuriantly, and blossoms all over with ornament. [ Beecher ]