Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.

Nations, Like Plants And Human Beings, Grow. And If The Development Is Thwarted They Are Dwarfed And Overshadowed.

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.