When you hear the drum, And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife, Clamber not you up to the casements then, Nor thrust your head into the public street, To gaze on Christian fools with varnished faces; But stop my house's ears,--I mean my casements: Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house.
Sumner warns against the allure of war and calls for a rejection of its superficial attractions.
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