For he ne wonneth in one certaine stead, / But restlesse walketh all the world around[…].

And by the frost refin'd the whiter snow, / Incrusted hard.

Ms. Leopold . . . said today that she saw the attack, for which she received more than 50 stitches, as more of a bump in the road than a serious deterrence to her goal.

And, as it fell, his steed he ready found: On whom remounting fiercely forth be rode, Like sparke of fire that from the andvile glode