More from Walter Scott
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!Marmion (1808), Canto VI, st. 17.In contextTo all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!Marmion (1808), L’Envoy.In contextRevenge—the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell!
The Heart of Midlothian (1818), Vol. II, Ch. 6.
