Art, thou hast many infamies, But not an infamy like this. O snap the fife and still the drum And show the monster as she is.
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.william shakespeare
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name .walter scott
The vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.