Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.

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