I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
Each man is led by his own liking.
It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.
These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.
Fear betrays unworthy souls.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.