Then, a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannons mouth. Shakespeare.As You Like It, Act II. Scene 7. (Jaques.)
That in the captains but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Shakespeare.Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 2. (Isabella to Lucio.)
Soldier, rest! thy warfare oer, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Scott.Lad of the Lake, Canto I. Stanza 31.