[…] when was the hour I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too?

O lylly-whyte floure shenyng with claritude

The robbers tied up the bank employees before forcing a way into the vault.

Finding that I could not get an answer to my request from the trustees of the British Museum, I have come to the conclusion that these gentlemen did a great injustice in selling my collection at public auction, which was done for no other purpose than that of throwing my valuable specimens into the hands of some of their friends, in order to purchase it secondhanded from them.