"The King looked over his left shoulder, a grim look looked he,
If I hadn’t sworn by my sceptre and gown you’d hang in the gallows tree!"
Unknown (1723–1725) - Queen Eleanor’s Confession
"Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine;
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the even,
When she lit her glimmering tapers
Round the day’s dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning’s eyes."
Francis Thompson - The Hound Of Heaven