She Feared No Danger, For She Knew

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.