Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

He Who Destroys A Good Book Kills Reason Itself.