William Shakespeare on Soldiers
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“I am a soldier and unapt to weep Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.”
“Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.”
“God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knoll'd.”
“Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.”
“Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes.”