Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
The Passing of Arthur.
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess. Prologue. Line 141.
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
The Princess. Part i. Line 153.
[[630]]
Jewels five-words-long,