The Right To Die
I have no fancy for that ancient cant That makes us masters of our destinies, And not our lives, to hold or give them up As will directs; I cannot, will not think That men, the subtle worms, who plot and plan And scheme and calculate with such shrewd wit, Are such great blund'ring fools as not to know When they have lived enough. Men court not death When there are sweets still left in life to taste. Nor will a brave man choose to live when he, Full deeply drunk of life, has reached the dregs, And knows that now but bitterness remains. He is the coward who, outfaced in this, Fears the false goblins of another life. I honor him who being much harassed Drinks of sweet courage until drunk of it,-- Then seizing Death, reluctant, by the hand, Leaps with him, fearless, to eternal peace!
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"I have no fancy for that ancient cant..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Laurence Dunbar delivers a powerful performance in "The Right To Die"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...