>>10857846And there the antic sits, scoffing her state and grinning at her pomp Allowing Anon a breath, a little scene, to monarchize Be dared and kill with looks Infusing with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about out life, Were brass impregnable. And humored thus, comes at the last And, with a little pin, bores through his castle wall and, Farewell, Anon!
