Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
I will drink Life to the lees.
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
