To send the injur'd unredress'd away,
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True courage scorns
To vent her prowess in a storm of words;
And, to the valiant, actions speak alone.
Thy fatal shafts unerring move;
I bow before thine altar, Love!
Writing is all a lottery -- I have been a loser by the works of the greatest men of the age.
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
Every shot has its commission, d'ye see? We must all die at one time, as the saying is.
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