“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
7 comments:
Time to drink hemlock? ;-P
Maybe. He's slowed down a bit.
Yeah. But where'd to find that crowd... that would care. :-)))
He' IS the "Elvis" of Theory...
Self-proclaimed? ;-P
;-P
I don't know who coined the phrase originally...
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