From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.
Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
Dark with excessive bright.
Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.