“For shelter then, where can we flee?
“We already stand ’tween two fires,
“And yet go South is your desires.
“There’s Cope behind, Gard’ner before;
“Beat one of these, I’ll say no more.
“Gain but one battle, and then pursue,
“’Twill raise your fame and army too;
“But still run forward and be chac’d,
“That is no conquest but a jest.
“I’ll rather choose to turn about,