[Steppes] Happy St. Crispin's Day

[Chiara Francesca]

This day is called the Feast of Crispian: 
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a-tiptoe when the
day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. 
He that shall see this day and live t'old age, Will yearly on the vigil
feast his neighbours, And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian": 
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars And say "These wounds I had
on Crispin's day." 
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as
household words Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot,
Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. 
This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall
ne'er go by, 
>From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood
with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his
condition: 
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods
cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. 
                                         -Henry V