"And he removed?—fond fool! he is removed!
Death-dull from feet to hair and graveward shoved
From royalty to that degraded state
But purpler pomp! But, see! regenerate
Another monarch rises—Accolon!—
Love! Love! with state more ermined; balmy son
Of gods not men, and nobler hence to rule.
Sweet Love almighty, terrible to school
Harsh hearts to gentleness!—Then all this realm's
Iron-huskéd flower of war, which overwhelms