There be so many viewers of their facts
That their disorders (do) permit no shade,
Nor will abide excuses.’”
“Oh,” cried Carington, “that last is like Tennyson. ‘The fierce light that breaks upon a throne.’ Is there more?”
“Tell us,” said Rose, “the one about a treaty—she ‘mislikes,’ I think that is what she says. I liked that one.”
“I think I can:
‘Touching an instrument you’d have me sign,
I do assure you, though I play on some,
And have been brought up to know musick well,
Yet this discord would be of gross account,