Rely upon it, he will fight you to the hilt, for his bony blade has never a scabbard.

He himself sprang from it at birth; yea, at the very moment he leaped into the Battle of Life; as we mortals ourselves spring all naked and scabbardless into the world.

Yet, rather, are we scabbards to our souls.

And the drawn soul of genius is more glittering than the drawn cimeter of Saladin.

But how many let their steel sleep, till it eat up the scabbard itself, and both corrode to rust-chips.