And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born,

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.

It Is More Difficult To Look Upon Victory Than Upon Battle.

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.

Ambition Is No Cure For Love!

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.