Must a king beg? But love's a greater king,
A tryant, nay, a devil, that possesses me.
He tunes the organ of my voice and speaks,
Unknown to me, within me."—"Sebastian."
"When thou wert form'd heaven did a man begin;
But a brute soul by chance was shuffled in."—"Aurengzebe."
"I am a multitude
Of walking griefs."—"New Sophonisba."