Hardy, thy brain is valiant, 'tis confessed, Thou more; that with it every day, dar'st jest Thyself into fresh brawls: when, called upon, Scarce thy week's swearing brings thee off, of one. So, in short time, th'art in arrearage grown Some hundred quarrels, yet dost thou fight none; Nor need'st thou: for those few, by oath released, Make good what thou dar'st do in all the rest. Keep thyself there, and think thy valour right, He that dares damn himself, dares more than fight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON REPRISALS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY NOVEMBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |