The wide-wing’d sunset of the misty marsh / Glared on a huge machicolated tower / That stood with open doors […]

Ay, but I fear you speak upon the rack, / Where men enforced do speak anything.

Later it became the fashion to decry the militias, and therefore to pretend that the faults which were due to lack of training and weapons were the result of the equalitarian system. Actually, a newly raised draft of militia was an undisciplined mob not because the officers called the privates 'Comrade' but because raw troops are always an undisciplined mob.

Then, three workmen throwing dice for drinks. And their heads come sharply together as they count the scores. And so violently do they throw the dice that they shoot off the zinc on to the floor.