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I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste: Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And, weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end. -- Shakespeare |
It is with this thought that the Battle Book was conceived and dedicated to the memories and friendships wrought in the forge of Mars. The Battle Book presents in a graphic form some of those things past which sessions of silent thought would be most likely to summon from the realm of remembrance.
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