I carry my adornments on my soul,
...I go caparisoned in gems unseen,
Trailing white plumes of freedom,
Garlanded with my good name -
No figure of a man,
But a soul clothed in shining armor
Hung with deeds for decorations,
Twirling - thus - a bristling wit,
and swinging at my side courage,
and on the stones of this old town
Making the sharp truth ring
like golden spurs!
- E. Rostand