Whether in Otaheitan groves accurst, / Or Europe's polisht scenes the fiend be nurst.

Of father Anchises thee goast and grislye resemblaunce, When the day dooth vannish, when lights eke starrye be twinckling, In sleepe mee monisheth, with visadge buggish he feareth.

Arsene Wenger's side showed little of the style and fluidity that is their hallmark but this was about digging deep and getting the job done, qualities they demonstrated and that will serve them well as the season reaches its climax.

A bitter ſorrow by the hart him bit, / Amas’d, aſham’d, diſgras’d, ſad, ſilent, triſt, …