How do I forsake the bright lights and crazy nights
the cacophonous buzz and the flagrant sights
Love alone is never enough...
yet the gains of war are mere shrapnelled delights --- ae
For he who fights and runs awayMay live to fight another day;But he who is in battle slainCan never rise and fight again. --- Oliver Goldsmith: The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147.