He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
That dares not put it to the touch
To gain or lose it all.


My Dear and only Love. Compare: "That puts it not unto the touch/ To win or lose it all", Sir W. F. P. Napier, Montrose and the Covenanters, vol. ii. p. 566.


He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.

He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.

He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.

He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.