'Tis madness to attack, when in his power, your foe,
And meanness then to strike when he has fallen low."
—From the Persian.
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A THOUGHT
Hearts that are great beat never loud;
They muffle their music, when they come;
They hurry away from the thronging crowd
With bended brows and lips half dumb.
And the world looks on and mutters—"Proud."