Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,/ And takes away the use of it; 1 and my sword,/ Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,/ Will not be drawn. |
The devil turned precisian! |
The devil turned precisian! |
To doubt is worse than to have lost; And to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us. |
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn |
True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn |