Not youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk,
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant,
In the learn?d coterie sitting constrain?d and still, for learning inures not to me,
Beauty, knowledge, inure not to me ? yet there are two or three things inure to me,
I have nourish?d the wounded and sooth?d many a dying soldier,
And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp,
Composed these songs.