Make soft thy trenchant sword.’
Timon of Athens, Act IV. Scene 3.
‘The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.’
Wordsworth, Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.
‘Thought characters and words merely but art
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.’
Shakespeare, A Lover’s Complaint, ll. 174–5.
‘——what in me is dark,