What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.
In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.