Thourt by no means valiant For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm. Thou art not noble For all the accommodations that thou bearst Are nursed by baseness. Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keepst, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art deaths fool For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runnst toward him still. Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of Frederick the great soldier who miscarried at sea. ![]() Virtue Is Bold And Goodness Never Fearful By plemtiterko1981 Follow | Public
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