He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.
I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.