Ere in our own house I do shade my head.

It was good of him to take the fall for you like that, I just wonder if he will come out of this one unscathed.

Be with me in this hour: dread shapes of thee Apparelled in the lustre not their own — As buzzard, gracened by the wizardry Of light, looks all but lovely as the swan — Shall not appall.

And now the memory has so far regained its dominion, that, in some measure, I am cognizant of my state.