"The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, Black as his purpose, did the night resemble... When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot Now is he total gules, horridly tricked With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Baked and impasted with the parching streets, That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their lord's murder. Roasted in wrath and fire, And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set... Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is laisser-faire but an orthodoxy? The most tyrannous and disastrous of all the orthodoxies, since it forbids you even to lea...rn.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »