So Battered With Misfortune

Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength
up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault
of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beam-like spears
Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show,
nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry.

- Archilochus of Paros