"With such a furious tempest on his brow,
As if the world's four winds were pent within
His blustering carcase."—"Anna Bullen."
[141] Verba Tragica.
[142] This speech has been terribly mauled by the poet.
"My life is worn to rags,
Not worth a prince's wearing"—"Love Triumphant."
"Must I beg the pity of my slave?