The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro

Walking Abroad, One Is The Admiration Of All Little Boys, And Meets An Approving Glance From Every Eye Of Elderly.

For By My Glee Might Many Men Have Laughed, And Of My Weeping May Something Have Been Left, Which Must Die Now.

The English Say, Yours Truly, And Mean It. The Italians Say, I Kiss Your Feet, And Mean, I Kick Your Head.

Happy Are Men Who Yet Before They Are Killed Can Let Their Veins Run Cold.

I Tried To Peg Out Soldierly,--no Use! One Dies Of War Like Any Old Disease.