Hardy, thy brain is valiant, 'tis confessed,
Thou more; that with it every day, dar'st jest
Thyself into fresh brawls: when, called upon,
Scarce thy week's swearing brings thee off, of one.
So, in short time, th'art in arrearage grown
Some hundred quarrels, yet dost thou fight none;
Nor need'st thou: for those few, by oath released,
Make good what thou dar'st do in all the rest.
Keep thyself there, and think thy valour right,
He that dares damn himself, dares more than fight.