Whom do we wish for our friends and allies? On whom would we wish to
depend in a time of need? Those who are not the slaves of fortune, but
have made the most of both her buffets and her rewards. Those who
control their fears and rash impulses, and do not give way to sudden
emotion. Amid confusion and disaster men like these will stand, as
Jackson did at Bull Run, like a veritable stone wall.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and bless'd are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.
_William Shakespeare._