CHAPTER LXVII.  Now is there civil war within the soul:Resolve is thrust from off the sacred throneBy clamorous Needs, and Pride the grand-vizierMakes humble compact, plays the supple partOf envoy and deft-tongued apologistFor hungry rebels. Happily Lydgate had ended by losing in the billiard-room, and brought away no encouragement to make a raid on luck. On the contrary, he felt unmixed disgust with himself the next day when he had to pay four or five pounds over and above his gains, and he carried about with him a most unpleasant vision of the figure he had made, not only rubbing