For Danger Levels Man And Brute And

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.