I Hope To See London Once Ere

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.