He is too far from me: could I again
Have my old strength and beauty, I should waste
Again the earth with my delight in war,
And vex my body with the restless loves
That my youth knew. A life of war and love;
Passions that shake the soul; bright, ruddy flames
Devouring speedily this fretful flesh:
A life of clamour, shouting, dust and heat,
The tumult of the battle, ringing shields,
The hiss of sudden arrows through the air,