His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast of some great ammiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with, to support uneasy steps over the burning marle.
- John Milton
Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.