Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.walter scott
Hungry gentry now pillage, maraud as they please, In the barn Baptist greatly beasts' numbers decreased 'Sprinkling' heads of two oxen, two calves and one goat, While Razor his sabre sank deep in each throat. Awl, with his rapier, also ran up to their aid Sticking old boars and piglets below shoulder blade. Now death threatens the poultry – the geese, alert flocks, Which once saved Rome from Gauls in the dark climbing rocks, Vainly cackle for succour; no Manlius will come...