Though Mars himſelfe the angry God of armes, And all the earthly Potentates conſpire, To diſpoſſeſſe me of this Diadem: Yet wil I weare it in deſpight of them As great commander of this Eaſtearne world, […]

Ah, noble king, for God’s sake refrain your courage, ye have the name of sovereign noblesse, therefore now do not a thing that should blemish your renown, not to give cause to some to speak of you villainly.

That performance was off the chain! Who are you telling?

As a troopie in the army with many friends in African units, it is an embarrassment to be called on to operate with these men to find I am paid more than those whose command I am under.