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Kill if you must, but never hate:
Man is but grass and hate is blight,
The sun will scorch you soon or late, / Die wholesome then, since you must fight.
Hate is a fear, and fear is rot / That cankers root and fruit alike, / Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, / Strike with no madness when you strike.
Fever and fear distract the world, / But calm be you though madmen shout, / Through blazing fires of battle hurled, / Hate not, strike, fear not, stare Death out!