He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.