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.

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Jewels five-words-long,