Statistics jog our memories,
Alternatives of thought and abilities.
Begin with originality
And the battle is ordinary.
Why does the ground shake with rigour?
Then when it hugs fondly a clear space
The races do arrange their cleverest weight
And bestow a companion of much delight.
Faster are the cowards who enjoy this peace,
The neighbours are elegant, well-dressed,
As usual, and more of those beautiful cowards
Do embrace the same speed of battle.
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