Thus, do I venture into cryptic lore,
If ancient tongues I fail to render clear,
Strange ‘twas to present me self more
In thoughts of yore, from centuries austere.
A foolish rhyme doth serve as bond,
‘Twixt heed and pride, a fragile bridge;
Yet thoughts do quake, a touch beyond,
With tremors more than erst they did.

Marco Delrio

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