So looks the last month's pilgrimage, So the last hill, Down the moon-ghostened road there walks.

[…] in at his mouth The Devil entered; and his brutal sense, In heart or head, possessing, soon inspired With act intelligential; but his sleep Disturbed not, waiting close the approach of morn.

Air-tube index 6.5 to 7.0, without any fuscation near the center;

Bros before hoes!