Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt. George Sewell More Quotes by George Sewell More Quotes From George Sewell When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. George Sewell suicidal suicide brave Vain empty words / Of honour, glory and immortal fame, / Can these recall the spirit from its place, / Or re-inspire the breathless clay with life? / What tho' your fame with all its thousand trumpets, / Sound o'er the sepulchres, will that awake / The sleeping dead. George Sewell clay sleep inspire
