…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

They say everything in the world is good for something.

Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.