Every Hour Has Its End.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?