An' the divil's in the dice if you catch him ag'in.
Your swords they may glitter, your carbines go bang,
But if you want hangin', it's yourselves you must hang.
MY SHIPS[14]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If all the ships I have at sea—
Should come a-sailing home to me,
Ah well! the harbor could not hold
So many ships as there would be,