O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

“O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a brea…”

“Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly a…”

“All causes shall give way: I am in bloodStepp’d in so far that, should I wade n…”

“The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.”