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"The hushèd plaint of wind in stricken trees / Shivers the grass in path and lane / And Grief and Time are tideless golden seas -- / Hush, hush! He's home again"
Achilles: Did you shave this morning, Cadet? / Mercury: Yes, Sir. / Achilles: What with, Cadet? / Mercury: Issue, Sir. / Achilles: Carry on, Cadet. / - Old Play. (about 19 -- ? )