O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.