On valour's side the odds of combat lie,
The brave live glorious, or lamented die;
The wretch who trembles in the field of fame,
Meets death, and worse than death, eternal shame.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

For if he like a madman lived,
At least he like a wise one died.

When all the Blandishments of Life are gone,
The Coward sneaks to Death, the Brave live on.

Here lies a gentleman bold
Who was so very brave
He went to lengths untold,
And on the brink of the grave
Death had on him no hold.
By the world he set small store — He frightened it to the core — Yet somehow, by Fate's plan,
Though he'd lived a crazy man,
When he died he was sane once more.

CHORUS: Courage and destiny in you Are proudly matched. CASSANDRA: The happy never hear such praise. CHORUS: Yet a brave death lends brightness to mortality.

Song, if you find a man at peace with love,
say: 'Die while you're happy,
since early death is no grief, but a refuge:
and he who can die well, should not delay.'

The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

It is a brave act of valour to contemne death, but where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valour to dare to live

I am content in knowing I am as brave as any best that ever lived, if not braver.

The proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him

More brave than firm,
and more disposed to dare
And die at once
than wrestle with despair...

Calmly take what ill betideth; Patience wins the crown at length: Rich repayment him abideth Who endures in quiet strength. Brave the tamer of the lion; Brave whom conquered kingdoms praise; Bravest he who rules his passions, Who his own impatience sways.

Even such is man, whose glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.