The roof that caught and echoed back the merriment of dead ages has perished.

Time has struck his chisel into every inch of the structure.

By the payment of only three-pence you find access to places where only the titled were once permitted to walk.

You go in, and are overwhelmed with the thoughts of past glory and present decay.

These halls were promenaded by Richard Coeur de Lion; in this chapel burned the tomb lights over the grave of Geoffrey de Clinton; in these dungeons kings groaned; in these doorways duchesses fainted.