She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.