THE SOLDIER.

My occupation is

The noble trade of kings

The trial that decides

The highest right of things.

Though Mars my master be,

I do not Venus love,

Nor honour Bacchus oft,

Nor often swear by Jove.

Of speaking of myself

I all occasion shun,

And rather love to do,

Than boast what I have done.

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