Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.