Of course, we would have been insulted if someone had accused us of cheating on an exam or confounding lie and lay, but we smiled charmingly when charged with wanting to murder our father—smiled and shrugged our shoulders. The attribution of Sophoclean passions to ditherers could only be heartening.

[…] picturals / Of Magistrates, of courts, of tribunals, / Of commen wealthes, of states, of pollicy, / Of lawes, of iudgements, and of decretals […]

Let be that Ladie debonaire, / Thou recreant knight, and soone thy selfe prepaire / To battell […].

And when the breath he gave it shall have passed, The robe will molden, and take other forms, But the undying soul will live for aye.