The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.