The Red Blood of a Monk, a Jolly, Mellow Brew

Tis like to be said the soldier, brightening up and speaking out boldly on a subject he loved. Not even the fabled pool wherein the rhymers say the cursed panim looks to foretaste the delights of his sinful heaven, reflects more joy than such a cobweb tub. After a pause, and sighing deeply as he did so, an idea occurred to him. For he exclaimed, look thee, my gallant boy, thou art bound whither all this noble stuff doth come from. And tis quite possible in the rough and tumble of bloody strife, thou mayst be at the turning inside out of many a fat roost and many a well