And Die Of Nothing But

Interspersed In Lawn And Opening Glades, Thin Trees Arise That Shun Each Others' Shades.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Who Combats Bravely Is Not Therefore Brave, He Dreads A Death-bed Like The Meanest Slave: Who Reasons Wisely Is Not Therefore Wise,- His Pride In Reasoning, Not In Acting Lies.

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.