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.
Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea. Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink. Is the glass part full or part empty? Take another sip. And now?
Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
If only the Geologists would let me alone, I could do very well, but those dreadful Hammers! I hear the clink of them at the end of every cadence of the Bible verses.