That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
None but the brave deserve the fair.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day; Like Hectors in at every petty fray.
The brave man seeks not popular applause, Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause; Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can, Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
The bravest men are subject most to chance.