Tell That To The Marines - The

The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does Not Stand The Attrition Of Constant Close Contact.

Woe To The Youth Whom Fancy Gains, Winning From Reason's Hand The Reins, Pity And Woe! For Such A Mind Is Soft Contemplative, And Kind.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Still Are The Thoughts To Memory Dear.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.