Song, From Abdelazar — Page 209
It is a futile thing—and the cause of a train of futilities—to hail ‘style’ as though it were a separable quality in literature, and it is not in that illusion that the style of the opening of Aphra Behn’s resounding song is to be praised. But it is the style—implying the reckless and majestic heart—that first takes the reader of these great verses.