Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.