“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #5: (g) impregnable, (h) contempt
The fortress seemed impregnable—
Atop it perched a human skull.
But we were full of pure contempt—
And knew that we would soon attempt
To storm the place—to conquer all!
Oh, pride, indeed, precedes a fall.
And in a very little while
That skull would show a grisly smile.
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