Fame Is But An Inscription On A

Eternity Doth Wear Upon Her Face The Veil Of Time. They Only See The Veil, And Thus They Know Not What They Stand So Near!

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

I Would Rather Be Remembered By A Song Than By A Victory.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.