The pure fail not in power of words
Knowing grand council's moods and modes.
Among scholars he is scholar
Who holds scholars with learned lore.
Many brave foes and die in fields
The fearless few face wise councils.
Impress the learned with your lore
From greater savants learn still more.
Grammar and logic learn so that
Foes you can boldly retort.
To cowards what can sword avail
And books to those who councils fail?
Like eunuch's sword in field, is vain
His lore who fears men of brain.
Though learned much his lore is dead
Who says no good before the good.
Who fear to face good assembly
Are learned idiots, certainly.
They are breathing dead who dare not
Impress before the wise their art.
COURAGE BEFORE COUNCILS
