Was nothing but a Sandwich lad,

And measles took him off!

Where are those old and feudal clans,

Their pikes, and bills, and partisans,

Their hauberks, jerkins, buffs?

A battle was a battle then,

A breathing piece of work; but men

Fight now—with powder puffs!

The curtal-axe is out of date;

The good old crossbow bends—to Fate;