Others plunge in at once, and never heed
Whose turn they take, whose purpose they impede;
Resolved to shine, they hasten to begin,
Of ending thoughtless - and of these was Gwyn.
And thus he spake: -
“It grieves me to the soul,
To see how man submits to man’s control;
How overpower’d and shackled minds are led
In vulgar tracks, and to submission bred;
The coward never on himself relies,