Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And

I Can Give The Loser Leave To Chide.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.