
“To every man upon this earth/death cometh soon or late./And how can man die better/than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers,/and the temples of his gods,/and for the tender mother,/who dandled him to rest,/And for the wife who nurses/His baby at her breast,/And for the holy maidens/Who feed the eternal flame,/To save them from false Sextus/That wrought the deed of shame?”