Who would true valour see
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Who would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather; There's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim. Whoso beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound: His strength the more is. No lion can him fright; He'll with a giant fight, But he will have the right To be a pilgrim. No goblin nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall life inherit. Then, fancies, fly away; He'll not fear what men say; He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim. |
Huc, fortitudinem si quis videbit! Aestum seu glaciem hic sustinebit; nec ullus efficit ut paenituerit quod sponsus sibi sit Peregrinator. Fabellis horridis si forte cingis, vim eius instruis, tuam refringis; terrebit haud leo gigasve proelio quin iure sit suo Peregrinator. Non is diabolum ullum formidat, ut qui viventium se fore fidat; fugatis somniis, fit, spretis invidis, die seu tenebris Peregrinator. |