"Wou'dst thou, to quell the proud and lift th' opprest,
"In arts of war and matchless strength excel?
"First conquer thou thyself. To ease, to rest,
"To each soft thought of pleasure, bid farewel.
"The night alternate, due to sweet repose,
"In watches waste; in painful march, the day:
"Congeal'd, amidst the rigorous winter's snows;
"Scorch'd, by the summer's thirst-inflaming ray.
"Thy harden'd limbs shall boast superior might:
"Vigour shall brace thine arm, resistless in the fight. "