brian wrightsman

“who knew   The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those   Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage   Can else inflict do I repent or change,   Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind   And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,   That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,   And to the fierce contention brought along   Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd   That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,   His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd   In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,   And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?   All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,   And study of revenge, immortal hate,   And courage never to submit or yield:   And what is else not to be overcome?   That Glory never shall his wrath or might   Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace   With suppliant knee, and deifie his power”
― Anonymous