More from Walter Scott
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!Marmion (1808), Canto VI, st. 17.In contextRevenge—the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell!
The Heart of Midlothian (1818), Vol. II, Ch. 6.I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as ‘twas said to me.The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805), Canto II, stanza 22.In context
