The dross of selfish passion from his aims.
I read the victory on his open brow,
And in the deep repose of his calm eye.
MARGRAVE.
His was a noble nature from the first.
GODFREY.
He had a searching mind, a strong, warm heart,
And impulses of nobleness and truth.
But Nature sets her favorite sons a task:
We are not good by chance. Bolton had pride—