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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fortune Of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOUGHT more accursed in war I know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than getting off scot-free;<br>Inured to danger, on we go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In constant victory;<br>We first unpack, then pack again,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With only this reward,<br>That when we're marching, we complain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when in camp, are bor'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time for billeting comes next,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peasant curses it;<br>Each nobleman is sorely vex'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis hated by the cit.<br>Be civil, bad though be thy food,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clowns politely treat;<br>If to our hosts we're ever rude,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jail-bread we're forced to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the cannons growl around,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And small arms rattle clear,<br>And trumpet, trot, and drum resound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We merry all appear;<br>And as it in the fight may chance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We yield, then charge amain,<br>And now retire, and now advance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet a cross ne'er gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length there comes a musket-ball,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hits the leg, please Heaven;<br>And then our troubles vanish all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to the town we're driven,<br>(Well cover'd by the victor's force,)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where we in wrath first came,--<br>The women, frightened then, of course,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are loving now and tame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cellar and heart are open'd wide,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cook's allow'd no rest;<br>While beds with softest down supplied</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are by our members press'd.<br>The nimble lads upon us wait,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sleep the hostess takes<br>Her shift is torn in pieces straight,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wondrous lint it makes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If one has tended carefully</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hero's wounded limb,<br>Her neighbour cannot rest, for she</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has also tended him.<br>A third arrives in equal haste,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length they all are there,<br>And in the middle he is placed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the whole band so fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On good authority the king</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hears how we love the fight,<br>And bids them cross and ribbon bring,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our coat and breast to dight.<br>Say if a better fate can e'er</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A son of Mars pursue!<br>'Midst tears at length we go from there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved and honour'd too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Than getting off scot-free;
Inured to danger, on we go

In constant victory;
We first unpack, then pack again,

With only this reward,
That when we're marching, we complain,

And when in camp, are bor'd.

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