And none have seen him e’er return again.
But maladies of every varying hue
In thick succession human life pursue.
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country. Nathan Hale, “Last Words,” Sept., 1776.
What pity it is
That we can live but once to serve our country!
Addison, “Cato.”
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Wordsworth, “Sonnets.”