.mw-parser-output .wst-initial{float:left;display:block;font-size:1em;line-height:3em;margin:0 0.3em 0 0}.mw-parser-output .wst-initial-number{display:inline-block;line-height:1em;vertical-align:1.1em}.mw-parser-output .wst-initial-letter{font-size:3em}.mw-parser-output .wst-initial-suffix{text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0}In Graving, with Pigmalion to contend;
Or Painting, with Apelles, doubtlesse the end
Must be disgrace: our Actor did not so,
He onely aym'd to goe, but not out-goe.
Nor thinke that this day any prize was plaid,
Here were no betts at all, no wagers laid;
All the ambition that his mind doth swell,
Is but to heare from you, (by me) 'twas well.