[…] I waded through with some difficulty, and one of the footmen wiped me as clean as he could with his handkerchief, for I was filthily bemired; and my nurse confined me to my box, till we returned home […]
His life is parallelled / Even with the stroke and line of his great justice.
The Mother—her thou must have seen, / In spirit, ere she came / To dwell these rifted rocks between.
A man got up in all the outward trappings of a gentleman: an extensive display of snowy linen, unimpeachable tailoring, ganté, botté, in perfection; nothing overdone.
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