Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.

"charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, On!" Were The Last Words Of Marmion.

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Love, To Her Ear, Was But A Name, Combin'd With Vanity And Shame; Her Hopes, Her Fears, Her Joys, Were All Bounded Within The Cloister Wall.

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.