Excerptfrom "Ther saugh I first the derke ymaginyng / Of Felonye, and al the compassyng; / The crueel Ire, reed as any gleede; / The pykepurs, and eek the pale Drede;" to "Saugh I Conquest, sittynge in greet honour, / With the sharpe swerd over his heed / Hangynge by a soutil twynes threed." (public domain)
Excerptfrom "On t'other side there stood destruction bare ...""
Credits: John Dryden (translator)
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