Give Me An Honest Laugher.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

Tell That To The Marines - The Sailors Won't Believe It.

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare..