Neglect no proper time, Where swords should clash and swing, But gauge, for goal and need, To keep the blade in sheath. For in your fruitful climb, As you accrue your grime, Stay true to what is prime, And keep yourself from crime. When hostile blows do swing, Take up the readied sling and stones, of which, to fling. Survive, for that is king. But cause no one to bleed, That goes against your creed. Yet still, see where they lead, And spy where they plant seed. For out across the heath, Beware what lies beneath. While you do break their teeth, Beware their closing wreath. For when you hear blades' chime, Check for how many ring. If you become their feed, Make sure you did bequeath.
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