The like may of the  be said:
Courage and Terror there are bred.
All those, whose  are loose and low,
Start, if they hear but the :
And mighty Physical their Fear is:
For, soon as Noise of Combat near is,
Their Heart, descending to their Breeches,
Must give their Stomach cruel twitches.
But Heroes who o'ercome or dye,
Have their Hearts hung extremely high;
The Strings of which, in Battel's Heat,
Against their very  beat;
Keep Time with their own Trumpet's Measure;
And yield 'em most excessive Pleasure.