Brave

The brave do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers; Freely without disguise they love or hate: Still are they found in the fair face of day, And Heav'n and men are judges of their actions.

* * * * * * The brave are ever tender And feel the miseries of suffering virtue.

The human race are sons of sorrow born: And each must have his portion. Vulgar minds Refuse, or crouch beneath their load: the brave Bear theirs without repining.

On valour's side the odds of combat lie; The brave live glorious, or lamented die: The wretch who trembles in the field of fame, Meets death, or, worse than death, eternal shame.