Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An

I Have No Gift Of Words, But I Speak The Truth.

I Will Remember What I Was, I Am Sick Of Rope And Chains - I Will Remember My Old Strength And All My Forest Affairs. I Will Not Sell My Back To Man For A Bundle Of Sugar Cane; I Will Go Out To My Own Kind, And The Wood-folk In Their Lairs. I Will Go Out Until The Day, Until The Morning Break - Out To The Wind's Untainted Kiss, The Water's Clean Caress; I Will Forget My Ankle-ring And Snap My Picket Stake. I Will Revisit My Lost Love And Playmates Masterless!

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.

Meddling With Another Man's Folly Is Always Thankless Work.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.