There’s this one bit of poetry that will thoroughly get ground into your head if you go to school in Britain (and elsewhere? I don’t know) – Wilfred Owen’s Dulce et Decorum est. I still remember the last few lines –
…My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
But….the last verse of “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story” from Hamilton has that exact same rhyme scheme. And because that bloody poem was drilled into my head so much at school, whenever I get WLWDWTYS in my head it always switches into something like:
Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
The worst thing of all? That actually kinda works.