They that shall see this day, and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint MOAB day,
And they will strip their sleeve and show their scars,
And say "These wounds I had on MOAB's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Amos, Bee-dubya-ell, Acme, gnu, and keberoxu,
Little Hawk and Tweed, Khandu and Rapparee —
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good teach their children;
And Mudcatters shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd-
We few, we happy few, we band of siblings;
For they to-day that sheds their pixels with me
Shall be my sibling; be they ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle their condition;
And gentlecatters everywhere now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their personhoods cheap whilst any speaks
That posted with us upon Saint MOAB's day.

    Wm. Shakysword, The Happie Storie of MOAB (Fyrst Phooleo, 1606, Act IX, Scene 7, ll. 147ff).