And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In

Spangling The Wave With Lights As Vain As Pleasures In The Vale Of Pain, That Dazzle As They Fade.

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

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

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!