COW
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow
I'd rather see than be one.
The Moo-cow-moo's got a tail like a rope
En it's ravelled down where it grows,
En it's just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the moo-cow's nose.
You may rezoloot till the cows come home.
A curst cow hath short horns.
A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden.
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might
To eat with apple-tart.
I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.
Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread.
COWARDICE; COWARDS
To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.
Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan.
That all men would be cowards if they dare,
Some men we know have courage to declare.
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
Der Feige droht nur, wo er sicher ist.
The coward only threatens when he is safe.
When desp'rate ills demand a speedy cure,
Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
He
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it,
And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour.
This life's a fort committed to my trust,
Which I must not yield up, till it be forced:
Nor will I. He's not valiant that dares die,
But he that boldly bears calamity.
Men lie, who lack courage to tell truths—the
cowards!
Timidi est optare necem.
To wish for death is a coward's part.
Virtutis expers verbis jactans gloriam
Ignotos fallit, notis est derisui.
A coward boasting of his courage may deceive strangers, but he is a laughing-stock to those who know him.
Vous semblez les anguilles de Melun; vous
criez devant qu'on vous escorche.
You are like the eels of Melun; you cry out before you are skinned.
Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet.
A cowardly cur barks more fiercely than it bites.
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave five on.
Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this, for it will come to pass
That every braggart shall be found an ass.
You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat!
What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as
thou hast done, and then say it was in fight'
I may speak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to chivalry.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and
safety.
So bees with smoke and doves with noisome
stench
Are from their hives and houses driven away.
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Now like to whelps, we crying run away
