Turn from strife with foes too strong
With the feeble for battle long.
Loveless, aidless, powerless king
Can he withsund an enemy strong?
Unskilled, timid, miser, misfit
He is easy for foes to hit.
The wrathful restive man is prey
To any, anywhere any day.
Crooked, cruel, tactless and base
Any foe can fell him with ease.
Blind in rage and made in lust
To have his hatred is but just.
Pay and buy his enmity
Who muddles chance with oddity.
With no virtue but full of vice
He loses friends and delights foes.
The joy of heroes knows no bounds
When timid fools are opponents.
Glory's light he will not pin
Who fails to fight a fool and win.
NOBLE HOSTILITY
