And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.

Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

Jack was embarrassed--never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
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So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more
approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
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And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.