But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.