There is no fury like a woman's' scorn. " The dreamer awakes, The shadow goes by, The tale I have told you, That tale is a lie, But listen to me; Bright maiden, proud youth, The tale is a lie, What it tells, the truth. For this be warning, Telling beware, For sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth, And wolves lurk in every guise." "I will not bow. Not anymore. " ILIZABEATH
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