Upon the sodden ground / His [the god Saturn’s] old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, / Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; […]

Under color of law, he managed to bilk taxpayers of millions of dollars.

Robert of Artoys baniſht though thou be, / From Fraunce thy natiue Country, yet with vs, / Thou ſhalt retayne as great a Seigniorie: / For we create thee Earle of Richmond heere, …

Salvation arrived - as it so often has in this nerve-shredding campaign - through Dykes, the combative striker.