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.
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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 shakespeareSound, 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 scottThe vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.