Still Are The Thoughts To Memory Dear.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

Earth Walks On Earth, Glittering In Gold; Earth Goes To Earth, Sooner Than It Wold; Earth Builds On Earth, Palaces And Towers; Earth Says To Earth, Soon, All Shall Be Ours.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.