Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.