I Loved My Country, And I Hated

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

Love Rules The Camp, The Court, The Grove - For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.