'Twere wrong, by Heaven! that I should sally forth.
A random bullet, from a rifle sent,
Might pierce my heart, and ruin North's intent.= *****
Ye souls of fire, who burn for chief command,
Come! take my place in this disastrous land.
To wars like these I bid a long good night;
Let North and George themselves such battles fight."
Gage's Soliloquy, by Philip Freneau, 1775
"In their ragged regimentals
Stood the old Continentals,