I must be honored by myself. All else,
The breath of Fame, is as the unsteady wind
Worthless."
"So saying from his belt he took
The encumb'ring sword. I held it, list'ning to him,
And wistless what I did, half from the sheath405
Drew the well-temper'd blade. I gaz'd upon it
And shuddering, as I felt its edge, exclaim'd,
It is most horrible with the keen sword
To gore the finely-fibred human frame!
I could not strike a lamb.
"He answer'd me 410
Maiden thou hast said well. I could not strike
A lamb. But when the invader's savage fury
Spares not grey age, and mocks the infant's shriek
As he does writhe upon his cursed lance,
Line 421 Dreadful indeed must have been the miseries of the French from vulgar plunderers, when the manners of the highest classes were marked by hideous grossness and vices that may not be uttered. The following portrait of some of these outrages we give from the notes of Andrew's admirable history of Great Britain. "Agricola quilibet, sponsam juvenem acquisitus, ac in vicinia alicujus viri nobilis & praepotentis habitans, crudelissime vexabatur. Nempe
