No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.