Even now, i curse the day--
and yet, i think, very few come
within the compass of my curse.
Wherein i did not some notorious ill
as kill a man or devise his death.
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself;
Cause poor mens cattle to break their necks;
Set fire to barns and haystacks in the night
and bid the owners quench them with thier tears.

Oft have i digged dead men from their graves
and set them upright at their dear friends doors,
even when their sorrows were almost forgot.
And on their skins, like barks of tree
have with my knife, carve in roman letters.

"LET NOT THY SORROW DIE, THOUGH I AM DEAD!"

I have done a thousand dreadful things
as willing as one would kill a fly...
And nothing grieve me heartily indeed
but that i cannot do ten thousand more....


Well, did u all like... Not bad for the an insane soldier right!?