How are we park’d and bounded in a pale, A little herd of England’s timorous deer, Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!

Patience is for poltroons, such as he: He durst not sit there, had your father lived.

Associated by the poet with Cain, primordial kinslayer and therefore symbol of elemental social disunity, he stalks abroad, ravaging only by night...

All vegetation and tree stumps were sent to a local recycling facility to be turned into biomass.