And made him season first the brazen cow.
A rightful doom, the laws of nature cry,
’Tis, the artificers of death should die.’
Dryden, Ovid’s Art of Love, I. 737–40.
“In many a winding bout
Of linked dulness long drawn-out.”[[69]]
‘Of Britain’s Court ... a proud assemblage there,
Her Statesmen, and her Warriors, and her Fair.’
Southey, Carmen Nuptiale, The Dream, Stanza 16.
‘That Love will not submit to be controlled