And as an ev'ning dragon came,

Assailant on the perched roosts

And nests in order rang'd

Of tame villatic fowl.

Samson Agonistes. Line 1692.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail

Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,

Dispraise, or blame,—nothing but well and fair,

And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Samson Agonistes. Line 1721.