In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.