There Can Be No Place For Self

I Have A Right To Be Blind Sometimes.

Thank God I Have Done My Duty. Drink, Drink. Fan, Fan. Rub, Rub. Kiss Me, Hardy.

In Honour I Gained Them, And In Honour I Will Die With Them.

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.

First Gain The Victory And Then Make The Best Use Of It You Can.