As Well The Soldier Dieth

A Noble Cause Doth Ease Much A Grievous Case.

Weigh Not So Much What Men Assert, As What They Prove. Truth Is Simple And Naked, And Needs Not Invention To Apparel Her Comeliness.

A Dull Head Thinks Of No Better Way To Show Himself Wise, Than By Suspecting Everything In His Way.

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.