The soldier, tired of war's alarms, forswears the clang of hostile arms, And scorns the spear and shield; But if the brazen trumpet sound, He burns with conquest to be crowned, And dares again the field.
"Charles Dickens and Music"
James T. Lightwood
For yet he breathes whom less her heart forswears While trembles its desire to thwart her mind: The Tyrant lives in Victory's return.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
All parts abroad where ever I have been Grows weary of me, and denies me succour; My debtors, they that should relieve my want, forswears my money, says they owe me none: They know my state too mean to bear out law, And here in London, where I oft have been, And have done good to many a wretched man, I am now most wretched here, despised my self.
"Cromwell"
Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)