Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is tried?
  Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves:
The pine has immemorially sighed,
  The enduring poplar’s are the trembling leaves.

To feel, and bow the head, is not to fear;
  To cheat with jest—that is the coward’s art:
Beware the laugh that battles back the tear;
  He ’s false to all...