WORDSWORTH: _She was a Phantom of Delight._


=Delusion.=

For love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen.
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SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.


=Denmark.=

Something is rotten in the State of Denmark.
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SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.


=Deportment.=

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment gives them decent grace?
Blest with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of ease;
The curious eye their awkward movement tires;
They seem like puppets led about by wires.