Will Cast The Spear And

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.