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"Some day the soft ideal that we wooed / Confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, / And cries reproachful, ‘Was it, then, my praise, / And not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; / I claim of thee the promise of thy youth; / Give me thy life, or cower in empty phrase, / The victim of thy genius, not its mate!' / Life may be given in many ways, / And loyalty to truth be sealed, / As bravely in the closet as the field, / So bountiful is fate; / But then to stand beside her, / When craven churls deride her, / To front a lie in arms and not to yield, / This shows, methinks, God's plan, / And measure of a stalwart man." / --Lowell.
It was on Wednesday, October 19, that the main body of Essex's army set out from Worcester, and after making slow progress, owing to the terrible state of the roads, they reached the little market town of Kineton between nine and ten o'clock on the Saturday evening. The people, who in those parts were favourable to the Parliament, received them with no little kindness, and Gabriel soon found himself in comfortable quarters in the house of a certain Manoah Mills, a saddler, whose wife, Tibbie, was eager to bestow the good supper she had provided on six of the soldiers she thought most in need of it.