Overbrimful

Then the Dean, all in white, and pale with affright/, Slow mounted the pulpit stair;/ But he trembled and shook when he met the fierce look/ That scowled on him, "Read if you dare!"/He felt he was doomed, but, courage assumed,/ He raised up his voice through his fear,/ When a cry from the crowd - fierce , angry, and loud/ Like a thunder-clap tore through his ears./ In the heat of the strife an honest "kail wife, "/ With a presence as proud as a queen, Overbrimful of duty,/ seized hold of her "cutty,"/ And banged it right off at the Dean,/ With an, "Out, thou false thief! dost thou think to say mass/ At my lug!" as it whizzed on its mission;/ The Dean saw the stool flying right for his skull,/ And bobbed to a humbler position.

To this Russian poet and mystic as well as to Browning, there is nothing like evil in Life. It is overbrimful of only the good. If there is any evil that is visible to the purblind eye, it is there and does not poison the good but would emphasize the existence of the good all the more.

He pulled my head against his fork. The nape of my neck could feel his secrecy swelling. I became overbrimful of cockiness. Looking to see my stepmother was not watching, I rubbed my cheek against my sire’s thigh and put my hand on his ankle. My boldness rising, I stroked his calf. He bent over me and whispered laughingly: ‘D’ye wish me to unbreech ye in front of the whole hall, ye lusty rogue?’