Shame Is No Comrade For

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Death Submits To No One.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.