“To every man upon this earth, death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods…” – Thomas Babington Macaulay, in ‘Horatius at the Bridge’,
For Romans in Rome’s quarrel spared neither land nor gold,
Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, in the brave days of old.
Then none was for a party; then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor, and the poor man loved the great.