A. You blame me that I ran away? Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: Balls flew about, and -- who can say But one, if I stood firm, had glanced In my direction? Cowardice? I only know we don't live twice, Therefore -- shun death, is my advice. B. Shun death at all risks? Well, at some! True, I myself, Sir, though I scold The cowardly, by no means come Under reproof as overbold -- I, who would have no end of brutes Cut up alive to guess what suits My case and saves my toe from shoots. |