Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,

And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Cowper.

“Why sits thou by that ruin’d hall,

Thou aged carle so stern and grey?

Dost thou its former pride recall,

Or ponder how it pass’d away?”

“Know’st thou not me?” the deep voice cried,

“So long enjoyed, so oft misused—

Alternate, in thy fickle pride,