Over the ghastly grave of pain—
"Content!" ... O lips, that were my own,
That I shall never kiss again!
THE MODERN JUDAS.
For what wilt thou sell thy Lord?
"For certain pieces of silver, since wealth buys the world's good word."
But the world's word, how canst thou hear it, while thy brothers cry scorn on thy name?
And how shall thy bargain content thee, when thy brothers shall clothe thee with shame?