No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

Here Shock, The Pride Of All His Kind, Is Laid, Who Fawned Like Man, But Ne'er Like Man Betrayed.