He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

The life of spies is to know, not bee known.

The life of spies is to know, not bee known.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

Speake fitly, or be silent wisely.

Speake fitly, or be silent wisely.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.

We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.

We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.