With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door, / And taught him NEVER TO COME THERE NO MORE.

I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy's door.

Discourse may want an animated "No"To brush the surface, and to make it flow;But still remember, if you mean to please,To press your point with modesty and ease.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau - If birds confabulate or no

Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore.