There Is Special Providence In The Fall

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.