Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The

Thou And I Are Too Wise To Woo Peaceably.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.