O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!