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"Now let us all for the Perssy praye
     To Jhesu most of myght,
 To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,
     For he was a gentyll knyght."

The Battle of Otterburn


               "Rightly to be great
 Is not to stir without great argument,
 But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
 When honour's at the stake."


"Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
 Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
 The Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
 And casts them out upon the darkened earth,
          Prepare, prepare!"


"Hark! now the drums beat up again,
 For all true soldiers, gentlemen!"

Corporal John Brown, Grenadier Guards, 1854