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"I HAVE no soldier that would count his life   "Too dear should I require it at his hand; "He the rough surge would brave—the battle's strife,    "Or from the high rock leap at my command."

This was the boast of Scipio—Christian—hear! Thou hast a chieftain of more equal laws, Count not thine ease, or thine existence dear, If thou may'st win at last His great applause.

 

IN ancient times a tyrant's wrath decreed, The hated wise man by his arts to bleed. He, while the murd'rous blows with rage were dealt, 