In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHe's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning