I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.
Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.
There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.