DUKE Forbear: the ashy palenesse of my cheek Is scarletted in ruddy flakes of wrath, And like some bearded meteor shall suck up, With swiftest terror, all those dusky mists That overcloud compassion in our breast.
Now that the night begins with sable wings To overcloud the brightness of the sun, And that in darkness pleasures may be done, Come Bel-imperia, let us to the bower, And there in safety pass a pleasant hour.
Agents and cronies of the President who are benefitting from the systemic corruption and esprit de corps graft activities that have overclouded the presidency.
From my forenoon watch below, I ascended to the overclouded deck; and there, dashed upon the main hatches, I saw a regal, feathery thing of unspotted whiteness, and with a hooked, Roman bill sublime.