No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
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No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
[Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans,
voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]

Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]

Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
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In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
[Lat., Rebus in angustis facile est contemnere vitam;
Fortiter ille facit qui miser esse potest.]

In cold blood he leapt into burning Etna.
[Lat., Ardentem frigidus Aetnam insiluit.]

In cold blood he leapt into burning Etna.
[Lat., Ardentem frigidus Aetnam insiluit.]

Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, read more

Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, but song alone,
The deeds of great and noble souls.
[Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann,
Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang;
Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann
Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
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Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a
divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urguentur ignotique sacro.]

O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.

The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
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The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crowned).
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.