Too wise to take counsel, too proud to take warning,
That he sent to all three a challenge next morning.
Three duels he fought, thrice ventur’d his life,
Went home—and was cudgell’d again by his wife.
ON HIS OWN DEAFNESS
Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone,
To all my friends a burden grown;
No more I hear my church’s bell,
Than if it rang out for my knell;
At thunder now no more I start,