Suffer in my last act of serious life
His hypocritical smile, his three or four
Crocodile tears: be waved off with a smirk,
‘A sacrifice to the safety of the state’?
Oft have I thought of death, to brave his terror,
But ne’er forereckoned thus.... Why, it were better
To give life its one chance, still play the game.
That may well be: That I’ll do: all my skill
Summon to aid me: else ’tis my death,—the end:
That execrable nothing which no art