Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers;

The Journey Is The Thing.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

Urge Him With Truth To Frame His Fair Replies And Sure He Will For Wisdom Never Lies.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.