alyson
@allie74
alyson
@allie74
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost: th' unconquerable will
And study of revenge, immortal hate
And courage never to submit or yield
And what is else not to be overcome?
That glory never shall
His wrath or might
Extort from me: to bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee and deify
His power Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted His
New war provoked. Our better part remains To work in close design by fraud or guile What force effected not, that He no less At length from us may find who overcomes By force hath overcome but half His foe!
New war must be brought through deceit and trickery. Because someone who overcomes by force is only half as good of a victory
The other shape (If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either): black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell And shook a dreadful dart. What seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.