Go On With A Spirit That Fears

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

Urge Him With Truth To Frame His Fair Replies And Sure He Will For Wisdom Never Lies.