He, comming home at undertime, there found / The fayrest creature, that he euer saw, / Sitting beside his mother on the ground; / The sight whereof did greatly him adaw.

Proceeding to the midst he stil did stand, / As if in minde he somewhat had to say […]

The miser will remember his hoard of gold, the robber his ill-gotten wealth, the angry and revengeful and merciless murderers their deeds of blood and violence in which they revelled, the impure and adulterous the unspeakable and filthy pleasures in which they delighted.

Sunning himself on the board steps, I saw for the first time Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke. He was dressed out in broad gaiters and bright tweeds, like an English tourist, and his face might have belonged to Dagon, idol of the Philistines.