And then there's that other famous Fredrickan -

Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag," she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman's deed and word;
"Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog!
March on!" he said.

Barbara Fritchie, by John Greenleaf Whittier