English poem
Epigrams, CCXV (Let not the night on thy…)
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
Let not the night on thy resentment fall: Strike when the wrong is fresh, or not at all. The lion ceases if his first leap fail— ’Tis only dogs that nose a cooling trail.
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