And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
(William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar", Act III, scene 1)

woensdag 15 augustus 2007

Une Poème

When cities burn and armies turn, and flee in disarray,
Cowards will say ‘tis best to fly and fight another day,
But the faithful know it in the marrow when they die and fall,
It is better to have fought and lost, than not to have fought at all.

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