I Care Not, A Man Can Die

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.