'tis The Soldier's Life To

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.