Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.