We but exasperate those we cannot harm, And fighting gains us but to die more warm: If that be cowardice, which dares not see The insolent effects of victory, The rape of matrons, and their childrens cries, Then I am fearful, let the brave advise.

"Ah, Jockey, ill advises thou, I wis, To think of songs at such a time as this.

And Percival said: "I will do as thou dost advise.

Thus did the god the unwary youth advise; But he still longs to travel through the skies, When the fond father (for in vain he pleads)